"Doesn't surprise me. Higher-ups back home never liked getting their hands dirty. Every time they were forced to do something it was this big affair."

She never had much respect for the top dogs at the Met. She always knew they'd throw her under the bus once if they were given reason.

"Think I miss the variety. The hunting gets samey. Half the time it's even the exact same animals. Keeps me fed but it's not exactly a gourmet meal." She snorts. "Which is exactly why I shouldn't be allowed any sort've power to do anything different. Eugh."

This must be how Jon felt eating nothing but old statements all the time. The strange feeling of both being sustained and yet unsatisfied, the difference between a real hit and the equivalent of stale leftovers, was rather lost on her back when she was starving herself outright.