"Trying to get people to agree on better is a little like herding cats away from a hot stove in your underwear with a hangover; the intention is there, the idea is there but everything hurts and everyone is a little embarrassed by proceedings and revealing too much of themselves as they try not to." Things about pistols won't work. She'll have to explain too much about that and right now she just-- she doesn't want to. Doesn't want to miss her pistols again. "If you're asking me? I'd rather have better than worse because I've seen worse. I've seen living in a place where it was choosing the roof over your head or the food on the table because I lived in it and I was the one that at least meant the food didn't need to be worried about."

So. No one asked for that safety but they got it. Got it through a teenage girl who knew thieving like no one's business, who might have been shot and might have tangled herself into duels but never got caught.

"The Inquisition is a mirror, mirrors are glass the same as windows and doors. You open them and let people in." It's clumsier than she'd like but this is what you get running on fumes and whatever, it's close enough to what she wants.

"I can't paint. I lived with all of them but you won't get anything worth being on a wall if you let me near a brush."