Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

Sarah did not take patronizing kindly and though it had been easy to look past in the initial stages of the conversation, now she began to feel slightly annoyed. Hydra did not only think that she knew better, she firmly believed that she was right about every single word she said. And probably many, many other things. An instinct told her that there was nothing that she could say to change the Queen's mind. 

So, as people usually deal with all rock-solid characters, they pretend to agree nodding and smiling patiently, but they do as they please behind their backs. Sarah did not say anything, just put this observation on a shelf for future use. Oh, how much entertainment she was going have by encouraging the other by downplaying her own intellect. This was even more exciting  - with Mahler she could discuss things as between equals, with Hydra she could attempt to manipulate. With this thought in mind she made mental arrangements for a possible future appointment with the new subject of interest.

"Oh, he is fine," this was the very handy ambiguous answer that put Sarah in a neutral position. "Raising children, leader duties - you know, how it is in these trying times," she elaborated a little. "I gather there won't be much competition with that particular moose?" Sarah reverted the conversation back to an earlier subject. "It is a dilemma, truly - you see, dying from crippling hunger is kind of worse than dying with a full belly of poisoned meat. At least you are full, when you pass on to the next world," she speculated.