[Clearly she didn't have enough people to bitch at. She was going to be one of those old people that scathing barely coherent letters to the government someday. Maybe even someday soon if she developed a shit she could care about.]

See, part of the club already? [He shrugged.] We're about the same. Live and eat from a sty, willing to gore anyone on our property and spend a lot of time trying to decide who we can get to eat our bacon.