... [A very cold, distant smile overtakes her features. She's fighting every furnace-flaring emotion to raise this dig.] You should be careful when comparing yourself to others. You never know what you're saying about yourself. I'd hate for that to implicate you in something terrible.

[If he really thinks he's like Herta, then she wonders how he'd feel if he know the truth.

She turns away, moving toward the door to the observatory.] They're getting dimmer, anyway. [The space now feels too claustrophic and enclosed.]