She is, by then, putting a truly laden plate on the table. Katolis-style breakfast toast - which bears a remarkable resemblance to French toast in another universe, eggs, and a small pile of breakfast sausages.

She puts the plate down before signing her response, arching an eyebrow.

Huh. Attitude doesn't soak out. Who knew.

She paused.

Yes. That is sarcasm. I am very funny, or so I order my subordinates to tell me.

She doesn't, really. Just has an odd sense of humor.