That's a thing about Toby, really. She's not subtle, and inclined to mistrust too much bush-beating when she encounters it, and is ready to contemplate some very worst case scenarios.

"Something coerced me here for reasons unknown. All of us." She slows for a moment; the buildings here are covered in climbing ivy that turns the walls green, and for her that's an agreeable change. There is so little growing in this city. "Our bodies may be useful commodities in some sense or other. Since I'm designated a 'witch', my blood is valuable to those designated 'monsters', and since I'm a Hork-Bajir, I heal from injuries that would kill humans - that could be useful to someone."

Toby will absolutely find herself annoyed by how elaborate metaphor weeds can become. She is low-nonsense.