She's sometimes not sure why it is that everyone thinks just because she can battle a whole army of personal demons and metallic monsters, that somehow she must be strong in all ways. She's never been good at this person-to-person stuff and she's hurting for it right now. "Cook," she says, giving him a dubious look. "I was normal, at seventeen. I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but I was normal. Ever since then, I've been so far removed from society that I don't know how to do this anymore."

"You'd better goddamn believe it scares me," she half-growls at him. "So tell me what you think it really is, because you're wrong."