"The flower shop was burned," she replied, matter-of-factly. She had interpreted the last as a query.

"The news announced my robotic nature and a mob formed. The incendiaries," she indicated the burned hair, "were to drive me into a D-Force ambush. The first bullet wound," she indicated her chest, "was received then. Given the collapse of the previously assumed identity and emotional difficulties associated with it, this unit...I was...not properly prepared."

"Several days of chases and conflicts followed. Emotions were providing contradictory and incomprehensible feedback, so to ensure proper performance and survival, those sections of my mind were shut down."