[ Talia rolls her eyes at him, albeit lightly. ] And I was supplying my own stance. Conversations are a back and forth thing sometimes, in case you weren't aware.

[ While Squalo displays his own alterations, it's Natalia's turn to draw ever closer, examining with a calculated intrigue, like she's filing it all away - which she is, meaning to add it to the list pilfered off of Fitz (& Simmons). To see if it reveals anything, though there's been no correlation as of yet.

Natalia extracts the claws and reaches up with intentions of touching one of his horns, eyes silently asking permission while mouth audibly asks -- ] Did any of it hurt? The claws did, because...are you playing Widow Bingo? The serum didn't staunch the pain.