Of course, now she's in foreign territory. The thought of sacrificing something she valued for her ideals was still alien to her, because she was never an idealist. It had always just been a motivation for other people, another lever she could manipulate. Idealism was impractical. Tying your hands with unnecessary complications irrelevant to your objective.

"You tell me, it was your grand vision, after all. The greater good of the nation, or the delusion of equality, or whatever you thought you were accomplishing."

It occurs to her that she probably shouldn't have called it a delusion if she wanted to foster goodwill. Not that she's sure why she's trying to foster goodwill, but-

Well, it doesn't matter. She already said it. She opts not to fixate on it, and instead picks up her tea again, now that her hands are more cooperative.