Santi was still careful not to burst out laughing when the officer left, but the grin that split her face would still have been a giveaway if he'd stuck around in the room.  Still, the crisis passed and a little sobriety returning to her, she heard Tim's words and couldn't help but to scowl again.  At least this time she was more irritated than enraged...<br/><br/>"You seem to have an<span style="font-style: italic">awful</span>lot of control of that<span style="font-style: italic">power</span>," she muttered.  "I can't control mine.  At all.  When I was inside your stinking<span style="font-style: italic">gut </span>I couldn't do a<span style="font-style: italic">damn </span>thing."  Her tone was more bitter than enraged at the moment.  "And I can't eat people, or make fake duplicate puppets of them afterward, either.  Thank the gods on that one."  She scowled.  "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Tim.  It's never happening again."  She made a show of spitting.  Let Tim and Sam decide whether or not she meant it... 'cause<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>sure didn't know if she was or not.  She only knew she didn't want to trust him ever again.<br/><br/>Speaking of Sam... "sorry about that, Sam," she admitted, looking over at him.  "I kinda lost it... and when I saw the cop, well... and I just went along with Tim's lie..." she scratched nervously at the underside of her breast.  Oh, yeah... she was still nude.  "Sorry about the trouble... are, um, we safe to stay here?"