[ Right to the heart of it, then. She doesn't seem perturbed by the barb—more concerned with the seats presented at first. After a moment, she takes her place on the sedan. Her arms unfold, but her hands come to rest in her lap rather than against any piece of the furniture. Even if her hands are gloved for the occasion, that mild caution is instinctive. ]

My "reviled" people, you mean? Those that I'd wish to leave this world.

[ Her posture, at least, looks a little more relaxed. ]

Though, maybe reviled is too strong a word, for most of them.