Let's see... I've been feeling terribly restless, and it gave me something to do with my hands. I got a firsthand vantage of that distortion spreading across the island. Zelkov's concoctions are refreshingly invigorating, though that's irrelevant to the setup.

[Waltaquin holds her chin in her hand, pondering.]

Some people are very good at covering up what's rotten. I think that's what it feels like.