South stares at Theta wide-eyed, even a little slack-jawed, before she brushes the expression away with a sneer and snaps at Tucker, "Oh, shut up."

She crosses her arms and huffs, jaw flexing. How the hell do the others handle having one of these things in their head full-time, hearing private shit like that? Or feeling... whatever that was, from Theta. Fear? Guilt? Emotions that felt... human, as real and instinctive as any of her own. Like a child who'd just been yelled at or... something.

But he's just code, right? He can't really feel things like that, right?

She shuffles uncomfortably.

"Is that enough? Or do you need more?"