We're grasping at straws, being slowly driven mad, now we're to watch our own go down...

[She rakes a hand through her hair. She has very few personal attachments to anyone here, but...there are those she'd rather not see dead. Eliot among them - he's a decent man with a good head on his shoulders, she enjoys speaking with him.]

I'm not sure about you, but I could use a drink after all of this.