[Grell swings her legs a bit in thought. So he wants to know how she operates.]

The body is only a vessel, which can be replaced, if necessary. At worst times, recycled. Now, can you tell me what is at the very center of a body?

As for not killing anyone, I simply have not found the proper setting. [Green eyes look around at the vast sea.] Everything has a time and place, and at the moment, I have not found the proper time, nor place. [Looks over to him] There is an art in what I do. Artists create when inspiration strikes, not on a whim.