[Ugh, curse her traitorous tongue, but she was just so enraged at the whole thing. Now Perona has to retell the story, she can't help but bite her lower lips as a quiet growl slithers from her lips.]

Mm, no...it wasn't just a false image. [A jerk of her thumb over her shoulder indicates where.] I was lifted from my seat and beaten...and I'm still unsure why. Thankfully someone helped, and I blew up another one, but this place ought to crumble. I'm still thinking of a good way to destroy it.