She glances down again, watching his skin stitch back together and the cut disappear. Then he points out the flash that she had felt, not really surprising her because she was used to Peter and him picking up her emotions as well. Sometimes he could tell her how she was feeling even before she could.

"A little." She nods her head in confirmation, "You can choose, you have a choice." She looks down at herself, lifting her one hand to press her nails to her arm and then does so hard enough that she breaks the skin. Lifting her hand, the crescent marks quickly disappear, even sucking back in the tiny bit of blood that started to seep out.

"I don't."