The idea of Tranquility makes her stomach lurch. She has nothing against the Tranquil themselves, of course. They're victims in all of this, and any who would choose such a thing for themselves clearly either had the wrong impression of it, or must have been so badly off that they'd thought it something of an improvement. She can't imagine what it must be like to have that sort of thing be a choice, never mind having it forced upon her.

"Do you know any Tranquil?" she asks softly. "It sounds, in some ways, a fate worse than death; almost like a Dementor's Kiss, though I think Tranquility is even kinder than that. But I wouldn't know, having never met any."