[ She cannot think of anyone who has shrugged off the trial that is acclimatizing to the symbiote quite so nonchalantly. Not even herself and Ren, who had bonded over emotional scars like rabbits being strangled by the thorny overgrowth of a berry bush. They were pleased with its new challenges and potential, but... still struggling to settle in to it all.

She supposes he isn't missing anything but simply pushing through it. Not truly hurting anything to focus more on function than staring into the great deep heart of the Nest. There was give and take to all of it, there's no reason to judge him, not yet. He is not her brood besides, his effect upon her is meager. ]

I do not see myself as a soldier.

[ She won't speak for anyone else, she knows some of the hosts are quite invested in the martial aspects of it all. She does not think this either, but if she were to be anything it would be a spy. Subtle, manipulative, ruthless beneath her pretty face. ]

The caravan I travelled with as a child also moved often, but I still did not take to all this as quickly.

[ Compliment, maybe, she does like people who can hold their own and control their emotions. There's curiosity as well. ]