"And this is not the first time I've witnessed such an egregious insult!" she's saying -- nearly shouting, by now. "Every day, every head count, this cart does not leave empty. If it could merely be explained by a handful of deaths each day, that would be simpler, but no. No. Even knowing you will not be fed, you prefer to shirk your very few responsibilities. So."

She pulls herself straighter, taking a moment to adjust her outsize glasses.

"Effective immediately, should you not be present for three consecutive headcounts, your ration will be stricken from the records. Permanently."

Evie's jaw drops.