There's no emotion in her curiously flat voice, no inflection -- these are straight facts that she recites as if she's talking about someone else or reciting a report for a class she's young enough to be in. "I outperformed Weapon X on every virtual combat simulation by an average of two minutes and thirty-eight seconds. My healing factor is estimated to be forty-three percent more effective. I killed one hundred and eighty six people over the span of three years, averaging twenty minutes, nine seconds per mission, at a rate of fifty five million dollars."

A million dollars a pound, is how Sarah put it. Laura was ten.

Her claws pop out of her knuckles, but it's not a threatening gesture; she's just looking at them.

Finally she looks at him, but without turning her head. "I almost killed you."