...shit. Her logic kind of works out. Except we're apparently not being "punished" here... if you take "being inducted into some random supernatural school" as a non-punishment. I don't know. And for that matter, I also don't believe I know Dante's Inferno, though I'm about 90% sure she doesn't either, considering her attitude. Man, "attitude", there's a word I never thought I'd use. Then again, I never thought I'd meet a young lady I'd dislike so much. Anyway, ignoring the other bullshit she's spouting, I turn to... what was it, Ludolf? ...and offer a hand to help him back to his feet. Since he wasn't a massive jackass yet, so far as I'm aware. 'On your feet, then, old chap,' I say. 'If Li'tle Miss Twatface wants to bitch us all out, let's let her bitch out an' go somewhere else, hm?'