After a beat, Ilde gives a quick tilt of her head and that slightly self-mocking eyeroll that goes with it, acknowledging her own occasional propensity for stirring just to watch what happens-- "I don't have a stress-ball, and he's not difficult to convince to do something stupid," by way of slightly self-conscious explanation. She isn't quite sheepish about it; it's not as though she thinks it was a bad idea, really, it just didn't work quite as well as she'd hoped.

Anyway, no one's died.