And that is way I don’t tell people, she thought ,particularly men. Their minds always went to straight to the gutter. She thought miserly.  She almost snapped at  him. Here she was opening up to him. Sharing what she rarely shared with anyone. He was thinking of her being naked. The only thing that stop her was he asked if it hurt when her clothing got damage or ripped.<br/><br/>“ It hurt as much as it hurts you when you get hit, cut or shot.”  Or thought it might from what she saw early.She shrugging off her statement  as if it didn’t matter. Like it was nothing. When it was. It wasn’t  like she like pain. She didn’t. She hated it. But it was part of the job. And she didn’t want to look weak to him. She wanted appear strong and willing take on the same risk as the rest of the team. “ I heal quickly so the pain is minimal.” Once again taking on a braver persona. If the cut or rip in the clothing was bad enough, it could killed her.<br/><br/>"I don’t tell just anyone this. Symboit. You have to understand that. I’m trusting you.”  She said all of this in a hush tone o that jus the two them could her. She felt she had to share this with him. Because he had saved her life, because he asked her and because she was drawn to him. They similar in some way because they could shift or morph part of their body.She just hoped that he wouldn’t betray her trust.