There's a slack that comes to her posture as Fever reads her so astutely. She doesn't have to be gentle about her lived experience. It's such a relief.

Her voice quiets to avoid drawing anyone else's attention as they talk, though she steps away from her dishes so that anyone else that wants it can help themselves.

"The people here, they're so determined to believe that any crime I committed was righteous, or out of necessity. Some of them might have been, sure, but there is some measure of enjoyment to it as well. Why else would I set up a fighting ring? Knock out a woman just for doing her job?" She sighs. "I don't blame them, they didn't know a damn thing about me, and they only know what I dripfeed them to appeal to their sensibilities."