Yeah, well, the toadies of the guys who run the place aren't much better.

[She says, her tone still dry as a bone. She studies him - not with hatred, offense, or pity, but with annoyance. Her expression might seem unusually understated, considering her words.]

You wanna know what's wrong with you? You're a fanatic. How are you settling in here? 'Cause it can't be well.