There's a long moment where she keeps the facade up. Keeps the light in her eyes, the ease in her posture, before it slowly, slowly pulls away. Still casual, still soft voiced, still at ease. But there's something in her eyes that's...shrouded. Lightless.

"Agent, you've been frank with me, so I'll be frank with you. The monsters are not stalking me. I am the monster. Such that whether or not I am a person is questionable."

The smile on her lips is that same serenity as it was before. Later, she'll tear herself apart for not maintaining the lie, for not finding the crack in their armor to exploit and turn the focus away from herself.

"Oh, you needn't fret - I have no desire to die, or anything like that. I'm very much in love with the idea of living, continuing to experience and enjoy the world. But I know precisely what I am, and I know the weight of what I have done and what I am capable of. It is mine to bear, no matter what shores I wash up upon. Mine to manage accordingly."