[They're standing very close together, but it's an uncomfortable closeness, heat and tension without the gentleness that's usually between them. Her words taste like acid and her eyes prickle with it.]

I need to know what they're doing! I need to know what they might want you for. You know I don't think it's an accident that I'm here when you are, but it won't matter what I can do for them if I sign up - especially if I'm doing it anyway. They think they can use me to buy your complacency, but Bruce, Bruce, they shouldn't be right!

[How am I supposed to protect you if you're going to be an idiot? She is flat out ignoring half of what he's saying because she doesn't know. What she can parse comes out to something like enhanced condition, but since she obviously doesn't have that, it doesn't particularly matter. Her hands have curled into fists at her sides, but she isn't Bruce, and she doesn't uncurl them.]