"I mean. I did. Those," Jean gestures in a vague, tired way to the Various NPCs In The Room, "are the clients, or the natives, depending on the patience of who I'm talking to. But. I dunno, hahaha...I dunno. In the City, those without strength have three options: become an asset worth protecting, become strong, or die. I suppose I'd been thinking of the people here as the white-haired lady's assets..." They frown. "...That's...a very cruel way to think of her, on reflection."