This is reason enough for Agathe to switch over entirely as she continues toward the kitchen and takes a bowl from the cabinet.

"Marowski is correct," she begins, ladling some stew into the bowl-- somehow even this very domestic action has a sharpness to it-- "and to bring us here only to starve us is one of the crueler intricacies of this place."

She snorts derisively at some image in her head, takes a spoon from a drawer, and offers it to Norton at the same time that she sets the bowl on the table near him.

"As if anyone with half a brain in their head would think these barricades are for anything other than control. A sick fascist power game."