It very well may be for the best, but that doesn't mean that Safronov has to like it. She's been through worse, though; she can bear with this for just a little while longer, so long as she knows that there will be an end to it.

"No matter. Been through worse." She sighs as she sinks into the chair at the table, nursing the ache in her head. "Is that all? Nothing else?"

Obviously she's not here for small talk about the weather. It's shit here, anyway.