"-- So. Both of us out to fist-fight with the reaper?" Her mood doesn't... Swing, so much as it gains a sudden, vicious edge. "To swallow the ocean? To wrest the glories from the Sun?"

She looks Hope dead in their eyes. The grin she has is... Disconcerting. "Looks like we are back to Danno's way. Come, the briefing room is a better space than Nautis's lounge."

And yet, if anything, she's clearly struggling to maintain being Neos.