[Maketh takes one of the bottles and holds it loosely at her side, watching him the whole time. If he goes for a weapon, she's at a disadvantage. Won't be able to get her rifle up fast enough. But that would require him to draw first. Maketh wonders if he has the nerve.]

But you have others, don't you?

[Working for his FBI.]

And now the gods are recruiting fools to do their dirty work. A tempting offer, some might say.

[At least a few of Hadriel's citizens are going to take them up on it. It's inevitable. Maketh won't be among them - her views are too polarizing, too public - but she has a duty to perform. And she will do so to the bitter end.]