"That’s why we’re dead people now," Rosina said. "You know what we are, Jane? We are lifeboat cannibals. We did something terrible that had to be done, and now we’re sitting here, sitting here on these couches right now in front of you, still smacking our lips on the shreds of meat from a dead baby’s thighbones. We’ve done things that are way past sin and become necessity. We are vile little pale creepy creatures that live deep under the rocks, and we belong by rights with the anonymous dead." She turned to the man at the scanner. "How does it look, Red?"