"I should shoot you", replied Beatrix. "So far all you've managed to do is insult me or my family with your bilious discharge. Your only saving grace is that you're clearly a mewling lunatic wretch." The agent's head turned about as she attempted to scout out potential threats beyond the sorceress. This entire mass exodus made her antsy, she didn't like being in the middle of an unpredictable, desperate horde. Of course, everything was exacerbated by the witch. "But, and I don't know why I'm humouring you - I resent the comparison to Bile. You're making outrageous claims."