[ she draws her head up at that, brows knit together as she struggles to keep up with his logic. she's never been one for that kinda stuff... emotions were what drove her powers, so repressing them, shoving them aside... those were things she never bothered to learn how to do. ]

Then — what? How? All you're telling me are the things I can't do! [ she despises the thought of being so idle, so passive. ] What if this guy decides to mess with you? What then?!