[If she could still laugh, she would have, too -
Instead, her speaker lets out something like a record scratch. A robotic huff in something close to amusement.]

I'm starting to realize you can't throw a dart without hitting some kind of Villain in the ass around here.
I'd say better to make allies with the honest ones than to try and put up with the ones who think they're good guys, right?

[A sort of "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" situation, in a sense.]

At least if you guys do me wrong, it won't be out of some kinda nasty, deluded martyrdom.