"Dost thee truly believeth that human problems doth not affect others?" Seeing as Mab has not come in killing anyone (although Ringer is really testing her patience) she has no idea that Ringer believes that is her sole purpose here.

Only the past fae were minor. The high fae were now taking note. Mab walked to one side, snow never touching her, flakes each finding some way around her as though her skin had a field of cushioning breeze around it redirecting flakes. Her footsteps are silent in the cold and she stops by the explosives, looking down at them while Ringer continues.

Leaning down her fingers touch one more to get a feel for it than because she needs to. And suddenly frost creeps in along the mechanism, freezing what would automatically trigger explosion. She moves to the other one and does the same thing. When she straightens again, she is behind ringer and she makes a rolling motion of her hand focusing the cold in on the metal of the gun, if Ringer isn't careful the whole thing will ice over in an instant and take her hands with it.

"Mine door hath no relation whatsoever to human lives save a mortal stumbling upon t and ignoring their natural instinct to stayeth hence. Thou draweth parallels that doth not exist." And she smiled to herself. "At no time didst I claim I wast not a monster."