[ John Gaius thinks he should win awards for his poker face, actually. There's only a flicker: something tired, something wryly amused. He raises a hand to rub at the worry lines between his eyes. ]

You think she's setting up to attack and dethrone the actual Patrons. Get her status back. To what end, though? I never had a good picture of what she wanted.

[ This is a lie. What she wanted has always seemed clear: to burn down everything that fucked up her tidy little world. He can relate. ]