[same she had one in her neck but that bitch is gone because it's not medically possible. and she has the same instinct as fidelio there, walking over to put a hand on the hand with a scalpel.]

Gods, you're not joking about that. You were leading a merry band of refugees and meanwhile I was wandering through hotel rooms relentlessly slaughtering people for reasons that are a mystery to me.

[it's better if she's flippant about it, right? even though she does not feel flippant about it.]

Did someone show up for you and try to... talk you into it?