[There's a second where she tenses again, watching Gio as he seems to evaluate whether or not they're enemies, and she can understand why they think the Bite is necessary. She still hates it, won't ever use it, but the logic makes slight sense, at least with the Company the way it is. But then he stills, although the Handler still looks on edge.
A part of her still blares a warning signal, telling her not to get too close, but she wonders whether it's so much because of Gio himself, or that her mind knows that she doesn't want to see the carnage he left behind up close. There's the violence that sunk into her bones, and then there's whatever wreckage Giovanni has caused, and she knows there's a difference.
Right now, there are more pressing concerns, even as that thrill sticks with her, a grin warring with that edge of unpleasantness when faced with Giovanni's destruction.]
We're gonna need to call a ride.
[It feels final, somehow. This is over, back to the real world.]
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A part of her still blares a warning signal, telling her not to get too close, but she wonders whether it's so much because of Gio himself, or that her mind knows that she doesn't want to see the carnage he left behind up close. There's the violence that sunk into her bones, and then there's whatever wreckage Giovanni has caused, and she knows there's a difference.
Right now, there are more pressing concerns, even as that thrill sticks with her, a grin warring with that edge of unpleasantness when faced with Giovanni's destruction.]
We're gonna need to call a ride.
[It feels final, somehow. This is over, back to the real world.]