Stepping forward cautiously, in order to gage his reaction to her forthcoming presence Eve lingered mid way – between the wall and Pyro - for thought.
Despite her normally intact better judgment Eve couldn't help but be curious. For better or worse he did not feel like anyone she had ever encountered before. His mitochondria were neither friend nor foe. They did not seem entirely human, but were not as aware as her own.
She cleared her throat. Now that she had his attention, the words she wanted him to hear tried to choke her. Refusing to help Bowman obtain his power seemed in comparison far easier than trying to explain a hellish, on-going experience to someone she had just met. The burden of truth suddenly weighed down upon whatever strand of common sense she had left and with one awkward tumble she ended up at his feet. In desperation she flung her arms around his ankles, trying to temporarily immobilize him.