I've never thought of myself as capable of murder, but perhaps I should have. I'm this close to grabbing a pen from this table in front of me and slashes the throat of this idiot that just won't stop saying nonsense.

But that would be messy, and I would have too many questions to answer, and I would be punished at the end of all that drama.

Besides, I'm supposed to accompany Ian on an errand today, and I got my nails done just this morning. It would be a waste to ruin them with the blood of fools.

So I'm forced to continue sitting still and listening to this...