"The symbiote. Right." For some reason that words brings a warm association to her mind as if remembering a friend or a loved one. There's no concrete image, just that sensation that seems so strange to her. She looks at Shiro a bit more clearly, some of the confusion beginning to clear from her mind as she manages to build her walls.

"That shouldn't be possible," is the first murmured response.

"It's unsettling. Everyone's feelings and thoughts are crowding in on me. I can't think." Her voice has dropped into a clipped, annoyed semi-growl. "How do you manage to do anything?"