[ She nods, but it's more to acknowledge having heard Squalo than to agree. ] I still think some of us don't belong, though. But I must be content enough to have moved into a house with Pearce and Kenney.

[ Natalia raises her hand top chest-level and has the palm facing herself. With eyes on him, she extends the claws received back in February. The blood within wans and waxes like a tiny tide. ] Fairly certain this was my punishment for being possessive over someone. Even though it was brought on by that stupid fucking club, some shit in the air. Serum failed me that night as well.

[ The bitterness isn't directed at her fellow assassin. Talia's just perennially perturbed by being unable to rely on someone that was forever reliable previously. ]