[Emeleth pauses mid-stride, and visibly takes a few deep breaths to try to regain center. Her hair starts to loosen again, and she turns around to face Betty again.]

Fine. Allow me to clarify...

[She leans against a wall while she gathers her thoughts. The she sighs.]

Given the nature of my work here at the Carnival, it would be hypocritical of me to judge you, simply because you seem to have a loose sense of...propriety in regards to the possessions of other people.

But consider...

[A sharp look in Betty's direction.]

You expressed your unhappiness with your abduction by Herself. I do not know the numbers, but my suspicion is that there are more here like you than there are like me. I chose to stay, and I consider the assistance I have received to be just compensation for my service. There are others like me.

But the rest? They feel - and perhaps rightly so! - that they have been ill-used. That their freedom has been stolen. That their loved ones have been taken away from them. That their very self is being altered against their will.

So if you think that I am going to let you cheerfully steal whatever modicum of privacy and sense of security they might have managed to scrape together in their time here, simply because you are bored...

[Now she does loom over Betty.]

...you are very much mistaken.