Then I guess it didn't do it's job. Or it's just that hard to notice. She said she wanted to spread herself and make everyone love her, including all of us. That's her end goal, in her deluded little mind.

[She fires a flaregun right at a cluster of beetles, watching with smug satisfaction as they all go up in flames. She hopes it hurts.]

You know, emotionally speaking, she's kind of a whimp. I think I made her cry.