I really don't know. [She heads back to the bedroom for a moment, returning with her blanket--it managed to avoid the blood, and she easily shakes the bits of wood and dirt away. She lays it on WV's lap as she speaks.]
Nor can I recall saying a thing to rile them, even if mere words don't mean we deserve an attack at all, and especially not to that degree.
[Moving to Castell's tank, she rolls her sleeve up and reaches in to rearrange the fallen decorations.] And that if they meant to kill us, why did they run so easily, without a word?