Didn't say that now did I? I ain't about ta drop to my hands and knees and plant my cheeks between yours and tell you that you're a special little angel. The truth of it all is you fucked up Herodias. The reason behind it don't matter all that much now, does it? I understand why you go about it, and I reckon if I were you I'd be doing the same thing. Regardless, you can't wade through bars all day Herodias, you got responsibilities. I'm sure Eli will tell you when he talks your ear off, but your little mistake here might have killed some folks we could have saved otherwise. We'll have to wait a week or so before heading off to what remains of Frysztak and from there follow the trail of devastation and loss in the Undertaker's wake until by the grace of God we manage to catch up with the son of a bitch.

She weren't in her room. And the clerk at the hotel said she ain't never checked out. I poked my nose into the hotel bar and the other local taverns within two and a half blocks before I had to head back, and I ain't found nothing. Best lead I got was from the bartender at Sevelinger's, said a woman matching Herodias' description left the bar with some Fredia Schüler. Didn't get much time to start looking into her. Don't reckon it would take me much longer to track her down but with the departure of our train and all.

[consoling] That don't make you a bad wife. It don't make you a bad anything. Look at me Nadine; he's the one who cheated on you right? That ain't your fault. I know it hurts darling, believe me I know. But his cheating on you, that don't make you any less of a woman you hear me?