(rallying her troops)  You’re the best minds in the City. Some of the best in the world. And when our leviathan takes the Summit in two months, there won’t be anyone, anyone, on this godforsaken planet who can stand against us. We’re done hiding underground. We’re done biding our time. We will say to all the would-be potentates of this wretched place: look on our works, ye mighty, and despair! We’re Steel Fucking City! And we’re fucking back!

(cool, confident) You should know, I have a dead man’s switch—for lack of a non-gendered phrase to describe it.  I guess I could say ‘dead person,’ but it’s not nearly as evocative, is it? Regardless. It’s a weapons system. Long-range missiles targeted on Steel City outposts across the country, programmed to launch automatically if I don’t disarm them at specific intervals of time.  Attempt to alter me, kill me, or keep me here against my will, and your organization will lose more infrastructure in ten minutes than you’ve lost in the last century.  And from what I’ve seen... You can’t afford that.

(anguished, then desperate and furious) Why? Why? Why why why why why ...

You should have killed me! I begged you! I begged you to kill me! ... I’ll die before you touch me again you fucking psycho!