[Which begs the question: how much effort does she put into putting that kind of crap down? The idea leaves a bitter taste in her mouth - not because it means telling someone to sit down long enough for them to blow more planets out of existence (she tells herself she could care less about wiping backwater rocks off the map), but because it feeds into what's pretty clearly a broken system. Policing rebellious idiots isn't going to change the fact that the brass can't do it themselves. It's a self perpetuating cycle that means they're screwed any way she looks at it.]
Well. [Because what's she supposed to say?] This is fun.
[Dry as goddamn Saturn. And she tosses down her hand.]
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Well. [Because what's she supposed to say?] This is fun.
[Dry as goddamn Saturn. And she tosses down her hand.]