[She nods faintly, her eyes darting down for just a few seconds.]

I was Schrodinger's cat before all this. I was dead and alive, eternally, perpetually. That's what Robert is. There's no way to hurt him, tame him-- tame us or so I thought.

[A few seconds pass, and she hesitates visibly-- and then, uncertain, shifts over just slightly, closer to him.]

It's terrifying. I thought . . . I thought being this would be a guarantee, but instead, here I am, minding my manners more than I ever did as a human, terrified some self-righteous prick will try and stake me. I hate--

[She cuts herself off.]

I despise it.