I can respect that, but the reality is that we're all lumped together whether we like it or not.

[ He's so angry. He reminds her of a cornered machine, brimming with heat and fire and simmering anger. She can feel that emotional heat and the way he's throwing it in front of him, trying to build a separation between himself and well... everyone else. ]

That's not really my concern. We're doing what we can with what we have.

[ She smiles a little behind her veils, amusement rolling off of her. ]

Besides, you don't seem all that subtle.