"Yeah, but why would they be fair and just?" As she begins her stealthy creep through the streets of Dunwall, she stays quiet, focused on the game for a long few minutes. The question has been asked and she must answer, even if she doesn't know how she's going to do that. She regrets saying anything, but she's stuck--she 's not prickly enough to lash out at Saturday and the only thing she can do is answer honestly.

"I don't have anything left." She finally speaks. And that's it. That's all she can muster in a sullen, quiet voice.