[ Her manner doesn't seem to bother him all that much. In another movement, he's pressing his glasses back up his nose. ]

You could, but you'd still be at a lack. That's where mindless violence gets you, after all. [ There's not even a glance over at the body of the floor, but he reminds himself that he'll have to take care of that. ] Lack of thought, moving on instinct.

Do you want to leave?