the excelsior is an attack ship of the vroog class

Morning in the world.
I am sitting at a table in the Tearman Cafe.
Enter Phoenicia Baines stage left.
She sits with me.
I am surprised but pleased.
After a few moments of this and that she shares something.
"I'm waspish," she says. "No, I am. I admit it. There's nothing I can do about it. I come from a long line of waspish women. The aunts. Granny. They were all waspish. I have a waspish streak a mile wide. It's genetic. It's in my genes. I'm waspish and I'm stuck with it."
This is more vulnerability than she has shown to me in a fifty year acquaintanceship.
The noble Heelers ponders.
"I don't think you're waspish." I venture. "I think you're nice. And your foibles are nothing to do with genetics. Everyone thinks they've no choice in how they behave. Richard Dawkins has a lot to answer for. Him and his genes. You're not waspish, I'm telling you. You're just sometimes a bit of a bitch."