[ Misato crinkles her face in a grimace threatening to become a smile, interrupted by a Rabadocean passing nearby, to whom she shoots a wary glance then a respectful nod once the danger has passed. Then again, well, the threat may lie closer to home, to the symbiote itself, to her herself, as he correctly places. This she doesn't deign with a response. ]

Your head is as much theirs now. That's not something you can change.

[ As much a peddler of harsh truths as impossible hopes. Well, she thinks the two are intertwined, the latter is needed in a world full of the former. ]

But you can guard what's yours, and keep what's theirs out. I'll show you another time.