"You, dear friend, have a vinegar soul. And vinegar won't catch a single one of these flies."

Dear friend was said with a slight sorta twang. It held a heavy dose of irony. She wasn't unfriendly, but she understood her limitations when it came to getting cozy with Davis.

"Enclosure Ops has decided that Luceti might very well be ripe for evaluation and I do intend to be on the ground for that momentous occasion. It should be conducted by an alumni, after all. And you're so crabby..."