Oh, don't even START with me you little hussy! I don't care if you're the Princess of the whole fucking WORLD, you don't talk to Lilah Morgan that way! I have a gorgeous apartment with lots of pretty things in it. I have lots of pretty jewelry, I have gold, I have diamonds and emeralds. *she begins sobbing and drawing harsh, punctured lung breaths in her hysteria.* I have 37 pairs of designer shoes! *she stares in horror at the Victorian men's work boots laced on her feet, putting her face in her hands, then suddenly raising her eyes to bore into Beauty's face.* You, little princess, can just keep your cowardly cowering in the shadows technique and your white bred knight and your... pretty gown with your pretty slippers. I've had it. I'm leaving. Lilah Morgan has always made it on her own. She doesn't need a white knight riding in on his sweaty steed with big, pretty words and some ridiculous idea of "salvation" and she certainly doesn't need YOU.

*Painfully and with obvious difficulty Lilah scrambles mostly upright, staggering toward the door she came in through.*