Ah, thank you.

[Absently, she sweeps up the refilled glass in long fingers currently adorned with pointed nails painted a green so dark it's nearly black.]

It should have made me angry. There really wasn't time. Two minutes after he told us about her, he died. And then she appeared immediately and tried to kill us, and then, well. Sakaar.

[With an elegant but somehow very illustrative wave of her free hand.]