Goddard approaches van Statten calmly, and signals to the guards around him, who grab him roughly and haul him away. "What the hell are you doing?" he screams. "Two hundred personnel dead, and all because of you, sir. Take him away, wipe his memory, and leave him by the road someplace." Van Statten's all, "You can't! I'm Henry van Statten!" And Goddard smirks: "And by tonight, Henry van Statten will be a homeless, brainless junkie living on the streets of San Diego...Seattle...Sacramento." She turns away, grinning hugely: "Someplace beginning with 'S.'" Which is satisfying to watch, and cathartic, but just because van Statten should have been scrap metal a half-hour ago doesn't make Goddard less of a dick for working there in the first place. And she's still kind of creepy.