I'm afraid I probably don't have very many of those left. Not with the way things are progressing...

[She hasn't had the sharp, shattery spike of a reaction yet since she arrived, but she can still feel it clawing around inside of her, trying to find a crack, a seam, anything it can pry apart to rip free from its cocoon... focus, warrior. You're literally damned anyway, but you're not going to mope yourself to death. She sits a little straighter and looks up into the camera.] I'll do what I must, when the time comes.