She's quiet for a long moment.

And then she manages a dry little laugh.

"What woman could?" She shakes her head, and shakes out her hands, like a fighter coming into the ring for another bout.

"The mere touch of the Gene Genie and that was all she wrote."

Irony and sarcasm are more her strong suit. Self-deprecating humour dressed up as sarcasm, less so, but she can't see any other way out.