For all his attempts at subtle sympathy, Felicity could see right through him. She didn't need anyone egging her on, not really. She needed someone to talk her down, otherwise she'd wind up in prison for setting the third floor on fire.

"They're already suffering. Look at them. They're hideous." She sniffed back her rage, masking all other emotions as best she could behind her anger. "Aren't you supposed to be keeping me out of trouble? What good are you, anyway?"