She shrugs, takes another sip and then fiddles with her communicator, foot swinging idly. The diamonds that decorate her shoes glitter when they catch the light. Swann didn't want this, didn't even imagine it would come to this, but she can only be pushed so far before she has to lay down the law.

She took Joel's cookie earlier, and she'll take Jason's too, since he asked for it.

"Maybe I just got tired of listening to you be so mean for no reason. It's a little bit taxing."