"Sure, why not," Tamora says, taking a slightly over-zealous sip of her now lukewarm drink, "I was taken, by force, from my post on Earth by means of some sort of explosive device. I was tied down and forced to stay that way until I arrived here, during which time they murdered the person I loved, and then when they landed me here they had the audacity to apologize and let me go on my merry way, suddenly having more important things to do."
Her cheeks flush as she speaks, but her voice remains level. She takes another sip of water and regards Prince Ronny with a look of distaste, "I have no doubt that this bar is truly an education experience, but it is one I would rather not have. In fact, I am leaving," she glances at The Director, "just as soon as I see that the murderer of my friend does not walk away without some sort of repayment."