"Am I?" Is her quiet response. She doesn't feel like a good person, not sometimes. Not when she thinks about all that was done in Columbia in her name. All the murder and violence, all the destruction...

But that was there. This is here.

"Thank you," she says after a moment, before the tea kettle starts to sing. "I'd say I got it from my mother, but... There's part of you in that, too."