Then maybe, you should, I don't know... take them up on it? Support systems exist for a reason, doofus. [Name calling. She went there.] Yeah, it's screwed up you turn into a bad sitcom villain every other night, but beating you up for it? It's like beating up a vampire for having to eat, or whatever other analogy you want to use.

[She's, more or less, uncaring when it comes to the habits of other species in relation to humans. To her, it was just weird to call out a non-human for doing things that amount to inevitable biological functions. Regardless, she does notice the tail coiling itself around her ankle, and purses her lips.]

Half of you doesn't want, and unless someone has a remote control for what you do in here, then I'm willing to bet it'll be easy enough to figure out when it goes off. So here's some good, old fashioned, blunt advice: build a bridge, and start getting over it. Things don't get better unless you put your back into it, even if it all goes to shit several times, got it?

[Welp. So sorry, Samantha. But she's more or less giving the other girl the same treatment she gives her makeshift "teammates" when they get stupidly hopeless in her opinion, yep.]