"I'll work on my impulse control," she managed, her voice still shaky but carrying a thread of something that might have been relief or might have been gratitude or might have been both tangled together.
"Please do," Lu Yuze said with that same deadpan delivery. Then, more seriously, his expression shifting to something more concerned and calculating, "Are there others? Other people from this facility who might recognize you despite the body change, who might trigger this same violent response? People I should be aware of so I can arrange for you to avoid them, or at least so I can make sure we're not in enclosed spaces with unconscious children when you encounter them?"
