"Bloody animals," it's practically hissed under her breath, and she shakes her head-- Obviously appalled at it. To be fair, that really is a shopping list of reasons to hate someone, and whilst some people might not have any real moral issue with it... Fucking Harris.

"They're out of control," she says softly down at her own drink and then glances up at Lancelot, brow wrinkled with concern. "I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about this..."

There's probably no more useful information to be had out of it anyway.