[Iris breathes in, breathes out and drops her gaze.]

So'm I, love, because someone gave us all rabies, got little Chris killed an' made me kill two of me best friends 'ere in a way that might make 'em never speak to me again. And then this oily bugger who - as far as I remember, which I'll allow's not much on account o' bloody rabies - did nothin' in the way of lab research or 'elping out, unlike some folks I could name - starts fartin' rhetoric all over the network makin' it about inmates versus wardens. Which is frankly bollocks.

...I might've spoke a bit carelessly, all right?