Fever earns herself a laugh, corvid-like and delighted. "If only. No, typically the unmanageable ones go and get themselves hurt. Swing their tools wrong and whack themselves in the head or blow their own eardrums out." Ripley smiles wryly, a kind of wordless 'told you so'. Those bastards haven't earned a single ounce of her patience. And anyway, she hasn't got any to give.

"I should thank them for making it so easy."