"I'd like to prove we can do that."

She doesn't always believe it - the council is a bag of cats on a good day, pulling in different directions for all that ostensibly, at the end of the day, they work toward the same things. Only ostensibly, if they're all honest. They should want the same things, but they don't; grapple with one another trying to drag out compromises that come close. It's tiring. She's tired.

A lot of things are tiring, currently, and she pulls a face - she's in no mood to analyse it all right now.

"But not tonight."