The sobbing fit quiets down, though the woman still shudders occasionally. From behind the gloved hands she's holding tightly against her face, the over-stressed vehicle steward's voice can be heard. "You...you're too...you're too GOOD at being us to not get it........we're just like you we're just like you WE'RE JUST LIKE YOU!" she screams, her hands falling to her sides to reveal what might be charitably called a 'hot mess' of a crying face. "but you don't, you don't even care..."
She lays back on the floor, exhausted. Her voice goes sing-songy and she carelessly flings her arm about to gesture at people in turn. "A wrench, a pick, a lab, a leader, a gun, a healer, a crumb, a crumb, a crumb..."
"..."
"It thinks, but it doesn't care. And that's why we'll all have to burn. But it should be GaWF, Merrick, or Method first."