"You think so highly of me," she hums, her hand falling from Stelle's shirt and squeezing at her hip again. She leers up at her. "That's good. I wouldn't want anything to affect your image of me," she says, echoing something she'd said to Stelle back on the Luofu. "I am still a criminal, however, and the IPC hates yucky little thieves like me. Ironic, isn't it?"

She knew much, much more about the IPC's crimes than Stelle ever did, choosing to focus their studies on basic knowledge and common sense rather than 'the state of the universe,' but Kafka was pretty sure her crimes didn't hold even a birthday candle to the size of the IPC's universal crimes.

She just had the misfortune to not be able to commit genocide on an entire planet to get rid of the evidence.