The idea makes her smile again, a vicious smile this time. She’s actually
feeling kind of ferocious, now that Adama mentions it. She can’t imagine what
she must have been thinking before. There’s no need for her to leave the city.
She’s got nothing to fear. Nothing can stop her. She’ll kill anything that
tries. Kill it, tear it to shreds, devour it. Frag the yakuza. Frag them all, 
all humans. Skinny weaklings. Sloppy two-legged bags of meat. They’re just
breeders, breeders and prey. She should slaughter every last one of them. She’s
had enough of their stink.