[ Something plays there - something, so infinitely amusing to her but it comes no further than the flicker of a smile in her mouth, then the flat hungry thing behind her eyes as she dips her head. Acknowledging his words. ]

Then we are well matched.

[ And she moves on. ]

You'll understand, of course, that there is little to be done with what the Inquisition has by itself. A great deal of patching holes in a broken damn wall is what it looks like.