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She is rather funny.

I wouldn't taste it, dear. It's to be thrown in the face of an enemy, causing irritation of the eyes and to a lesser extent, the skin. Alternatively, it can be heated. The fumes will have a similar effect, but obviously, inhaling them will cause a burning sensation within the windpipe and lungs. Are you interested in chemistry?

[While he does make a face like he's just eaten something bitter or sour, he seems hardly phased.]

I'm interested in the effects it has on the environment.

Oh God, you aren't an environmentalist, are you? [She says it as if she were inquiring as to whether he were a member of the Nazi party. In fact, that might have bothered her less.]

[Hah! He actually snorts.]

Quite the opposite.

So you actively try to destroy the environment?

[She tilts her head, thoughtful, and smiles.]

Interesting project. Very interesting indeed.

Oh, it's not a project. It's my purpose. My reason for being.

I think I know what you mean.

So. Why do you want to destroy it? Because you can? Because you hate it? Because... [She tries to think on why she's a scientist] Because there's a satisfaction in it that doesn't exist elsewhere?

[He frowns at her questions, because he's never put much thought behind it. Not that he needs to.]

I have nothing against anything. [Appart from recycling and efforts to conserve the environment.]

It's simply that I was put here for this reason. I'm not capable of being anything else.

[He glances around at the litter that's slowly beginning to collect around them and kicks away a soda can with a shrug.]

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