If Savitri is moved at all it is further towards vexation. It's not that she finds other people's distress to be inconvenient, it is rather the implication that she does.

"Do you think this is the first, you think - you care about your friend. I care about the man he would have killed. The city does not care." Not that anyone here is bitter or anything, perish such thoughts at once. "The city is in no danger from you. The city leaves us here to deal with this. How many times I have had to make decisions, I don't care to count." She holds her hand up with the intent of curbing any immediate replies and looks around.

"You, Ava. Go to the kitchen, get Sammy to give you a canteen. After he fills it with water." The lady of the inn has the voice of someone used to being heard. She also has the voice of the vaguely impatient. "You... Charles. Step away from the door. She comes back, we'll let your friend out." And if he still has the stamina to murder us all I'll hold you personally responsible. So... there.