It wasn't as if she wasn't used to be around those that loathed and despised her. Years with the Dark Lord meant that was an occurrence she had grown rather used to and comfortable with. The amount of infighting that took place within the Death Eater ranks was enough that they should all be ashamed of themselves. Loyalty was a difficult commodity to come across in the world she had been a willing part of for so long. She knew exactly how it felt to enter a room with every single person within wishing death and torture on her head. Once upon a time it even gave her a thrill. There were very few people in the world that she knew could best her if it came down to a duel. Only two, really. She was married to one of them and the pampered pet of the other. She vividly remembered a time when that kind of scrutiny gave her a rush.