[She doesn't respond at first, just nods.] Well, it's not like I could even keep that promise if you put something else in it, something to kill me or make me sick. Or it won't work and none of this will matter anyway, or you give me a placebo and keep the real thing -

[She rolls her eyes.] I guess what I'm saying is I wouldn't have come to you if I had another choice, so I know the feeling.

[Triela massages the back of her neck.] And I still don't trust you or believe you, necessarily. [But again - no choice. No choice but hoping Clint's friends come through, and maybe they will, but hedging her bets isn't a bad idea. She exhales.] I'm a cyborg. The drug they use to maintain our mental conditioning, to make sure we function appropriately - that's what I'm running out of.