(That's cool; she's much too busy being angry to notice. Even if she did, she really wouldn't care. Kreutzer had more important things to worry about.)

We're not good enough to be considered pawns, are we? Playthings too strong a word? Pets? Just test subjects on a good day!

(A concession stand right over there? Completely bombarded with energy bullets from her hands. Any and every damn she could give just got made into cheese. She's having her dolls help out in the destruction whenever they can.)