She lifts the span of those dark blue and pale, glowing curls across the left side of her head, revealing at least part of the expanse of her circuitry - usually hidden on the off chance Lena crosses her immediate path. "Hard to define in the first place."

Maybe Cortana understood the full depths of it more than she ever did; maybe York and Delta just as much. She was too busy running half the time.

From everything.

"I could hear what she was thinking, she could hear what I was thinking. We shared memories. Experiences."

Her lips purse for a beat, she shrugs her shoulders stiffly. "That's as close as anyone here's gonna get to seeing right through me, so you either take it or leave it."

And with that she steps forward, shoves the bottle against his chest with a firm hand. "But you need to understand that what you know about me is dangerous."