( The stubbornness to match her own could be a clue. If only it weren't something she found familiar in every hardened soldier who thought himself stronger in being so closed off. Though the circumstances have stunted her own imagination, her defense mechanisms have kicked in to obviate any more world-wrecking images. She actually saw Morrison into his grave. And Arlington has been destroyed with everything else.

Still, he is making an impression her. Such boldness. ) Found it. When you just happened to stumble into a secure facility? Was your mask on too tightly, I wonder?

( She crosses her arms. More than anything, at least for now, she's disappointed. Her ire has yet to be properly stoked. ) Regardless, can't we resolve this like adults? You have something that doesn't belong to you. I don't care how you got it. I just want it back. ( By rights, she reckons, it should be hers if anyone's. The judgment of their hosts doesn't count to her as a valid third party. She also knows she won't use it. ) Before anyone comes to harm, accidental or otherwise.