[The shock in Bree's answer is enough to encourage Nott to put the empty glass back down, content enough with the idea that it probably wasn't poisoned. And if it was, she'll find out soon enough, won't she?]

Well, because I'm... you know.

[She stops herself just short of gesturing to her whole facial area. If Bree hasn't caught on yet, she's not going to alert her to it. Maybe she's just really dumb and doesn't know a goblin when she sees one.]

It's a thing for people like me? I'm not from Westeros, I don't know what that is. I'm from Wildemount.