[Martha, for her part, barely blinked when Amanda's face and body contorted in primal rage. She knew that if she blinked in the slightest way, it was a very bad thing even if she couldn't place her finger on why she felt that way. Holding her face in that blank doctor's mask (the only real lying she could do was preforming that) she watched as Amanda reached out with her good arm. However, when the woman couldn't breathe, Martha did step forward, ready to apply the mask if the woman couldn't do it herself.]

Amanda, I've seen the movie. Your movie. I do know that he wouldn't want you to do this. I think he'd be disappointed with you.