[She grimaces.] I can't. They just call it 'the drug', at least around us. If we don't get it, we... I guess break down is the best word.

[She leans against the alley wall, studying him. If she has to give blood or tissue samples, he'll see what she is anyway. Clint knows. Triela closes her eyes, her focus on him close enough to hear his heartbeat and the shift of his muscles.] I want to make one thing very clear. If I find out you've used it on anyone unwilling or tried to make anyone else like me, I'll kill you.