"Still better than any of your jokes."

Which... also wasn't very good, but whatever. She's taking the fact he sounded hurt as a victory, rightfully or not.

She's not sure she feels any better when the landscape quiets, though. She's tempted to turn around, but that still feels like a bad idea. The silence feels like a trap. So, for the moment, she simply keeps focusing on how much this place is hers.

It's not Steel's, any more than it is the Emperor's. She's tired of terrible little human men thinking they have power here. Any version of here.