They've talked about this before, but they kind of haven't, also. Janet sets down her champagne glass, not with any clear purpose -- just in case she needs both hands, she guesses. I believe I would scream at you if you tried to be gentle. Hopefully that's still true, now. "There might not be anything to understand," she says. "Gods have whims, and they don't think about the people whose lives are getting washed away with them. It's -- bullshit." That's not a strong enough indictment, honestly.