"Nope," her lips pop on the 'p', "doesn't look like we get much fuckin' choice. Least not in what memory someone gets dropped right into."

At least something like this makes her look... sympathetic, she supposes. As violating and humiliating as it is to be seen in such a vulnerable, raw state as she was that day.

She shakes her head with an almost amused snort. "Don't worry, I don't go punching people just for pissing me off, or I'd be punching a lot more people. Might wanna figure out some basic self-defense while you're here though, the Jorg have no fuckin' qualms about sending the unqualified on missions that might involve fighting."