The funny thing was this was her trying to stay calm. She wasn't punching the walls and screaming anymore, so really it was quite a big step. She wasn't even shaking with rage, it was definitely a step in the right direction, or wrong depending on how you looked at it.
He approved of the plan, well that was good, not that she needed his approval but it was nice, so far he hadn't called her a stray in a box or patronised her, it could've been worse, she could've been locked up with Dresden. The thought really didn't bear thinking about.
"That's fine," she said with a bit of a nod. "It'll give me time to work out exactly what I'm gonna do to the fucker." Then he was talking about a friend, and paid a bit more attention. "Thanks," she said. "You heard the speakers, right?" she asked, suddenly becoming significantly more engaged in the conversation. "All the stuff about experiments? Subjects, I mean that freaked me out a bit, but everyone's...not okay but they've not been tested on, which considering some of the people here seemed like it could be an option. I'm wondering if maybe it's someone's fucked up idea of a psychology experiment. I mean they were always doing them back in the 50s weren't they? Before fucking ethics put a stop to locking people up just to see how they'd act, I dunno, maybe it's that?" Which was of sod all comfort, but it was the only thing that sense to her, and regardless of what her life had become she liked to be able to find some kind of sense.