[ This is a woman with a single brain cell left to spare — but they always say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and nothing has managed to fucking kill her yet. An unnaturally long lifetime of surviving mistakes that should have been fatal have made her sharper in a fight than most. She hardly even thinks about it anymore — her body goes through the motions like she's done it a thousand times, because she has.

But she's still only human — no super strength, no super speed, no invulnerability — and Golisopod cuts off her path with an impressive display. Her mouth twists into that faint, wry grin again as she gives up a little ground, hopping a few steps back to open some distance between her and Guzma's diligent guard-bug. ]

You're something, aren't you? Bet you could slice me clean in half if you really wanted. [ She speaks to Golisopod, eying it as she decides her next move. ] Guess he's lucky you like him so much.