[Her expression was one of understanding. The memories displayed before her hadn't been the most private, but that wouldn't stop her from feeling pity for those whose memories had been far more intimate.]

You have my sympathies.

If there were any lingering sense of justice in this world, there would be some way to make it up to those of you who suffered far worse than I. [A pause, and her 'professional' facade immediately cracked with a single eyebrow twitch.] Scratch that. I want them to make up for the headache they're causing me.

Bunch of hoodlums passing themselves off as...whatever they're passing themselves off as. That's what they are.