[Oh, what a funny thing to see. Doctor Sweets following logic that would have put him right in with the rest of her Imperial friends. Maketh just grins at him. She's not drunk - not yet - and isn't in the mood to pretend otherwise.]

It makes a certain kind of sense. I would have respected you for it once. Who knew if they would die or not, hmm? And you got bullets for your efforts. Very nice.

[And rather mercenary of him.]

Tell me, did the good doctor approve? I rather like her.