Oh, Iago. As if Iphigenia's going to tell you the details of how her father led her to Aulis on a false promise of marriage, and then proceeded to sacrifice her to a goddess he angered.

She grimaces, remembering.

"I have been no more ill-used than any other woman," she decides to say, because it's easier and less traumatic than recounting her final days in Greece.

"But I do not think it is all men," she continues. "Just...some. Unfortunately. And besides, it's better here than back home."

She has rights! And she can wear whatever dresses she wants!

Small victories, she supposes.