Titanomachia's eyes glazed a bit. There was a deliberate intention to put her eyes nowhere in particular, her ears turned in alternate unfocused directions. She took a deep breath through her nose and pawed the ground with her good foot. Her muscles were tense again, angled back at the window. She walked over and gripped her workbench, gave a reassuring smile, and then gripped harder because that handgrip had just been the only thing that had stopped her from sailing back through the window the way she'd come.

"Oh wow," she said. "Prey instincts! You know, one time I got so scared I ran all the way to Exeter before I realized that what I'd seen had been a t-shirt on the ground? Ha ha ha!"

Her good leg tensed again. She reached down and hurriedly undid the clamps of her artificial leg, kicking it to the ground with a heavy clatter. That helped in physically preventing her from leaping out the window, but now she was breathing rapidly instead.

"Do you get that? Instincts? I get them sometimes. Comes with copying the neurological structure. Do you have any funny stories? Phew. Guess I'm more out of shape than I thought!"