"What, people who like staying alive?" Neeshka rolls her eyes. "All I did to you besides what the game people, you know, make us do. You would've done the same to me, if it came down to it. Anybody would."

Neeshka's ideas of the human (or elven, or tiefling, or whatever) race are not particularly charitable. Then again, when you spend your whole life being mocked, spat on, and chased away from places, that's probably not surprising.