At his comment, her expression grew grim. She bit her lower lip for a moment, looking down at the table before glancing up at him. "For your sake? I hope you don't." Being a villain sucked. Not only were you paranoid, but also you were constantly wondering why you. Why was she the Wicked Witch of the West? Why was she the crazy green bitch that locked up little girls and made them cry? What had she done wrong?
She nodded at the question. "Yeah, sure," she said quietly, standing up and stepping back from the table. "It's not too far back to the building from here."