"Oh, so it is biblical justice. Well, then, I'll be Rose's Lady of the Lake. Brand me and give me the sword, and I'll do my damnedest to ensure that it's never drawn unjustly. Because I trust Rose not to go off the deep end and start using kids as tinder and firewood, unlike some people in crazy old San Francisco." Marchande barely restrains herself from continuing to ramble about how some people couldn't tell the difference between clarification of terms and equivocation. The nerve of some people.
Then, to Charlotte: "What? Charlotte, just because- look, you heal fast, faster than I'd thought possible, but I'm not sure you're ready for something like this. You know you have problems with seeing everything clearly; you might make a mistake, let the wrong person have the sword, allow Rose to draw it unjustly. Let me take this. For Rose and Stephanie."