Ah, she's heard tales of the world at war before. Surprisingly, her expression softens into a gentle smile. Dear Joanna, her reality is so, so much worse than the small one she distracted the world from. But if she wants to thank her for sparing her from one reality just to be alive for the end? Well, she can't fault her for that.

"How fortunate for me." Her smile, uh, gets worse. It's curving at the edges and clearly radiating an unsettling serial-killer-esque vibe here.

"I'll make sure it's twelve that gets you." And just as quickly as the smile had come, her face fades back into the persistently tired look she's been sporting this whole time. It's time for a sip of hot chocolate, anyway. Sorry, Joanna, this isn't the kind of villain who feels any kind of pity for anyone.