<strong>"Either, as it pleases you,"</strong>she said easily.  She gave him the privacy of pretending she hadn't witnessed the tail end of his play.  It didn't bother her and it shouldn't bother him.  Everyone reacted differently to stress.  Yamine tended to cry, hot fat tears that had nothing to do with sadness.  It was just her body's way of shedding stress hormones and settling her down.  Men tended to interpret it wrong so she kept it private as much as possible but wasn't ashamed by it.  It was part of her, part of God's plan.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you,</strong>" she said and accepted the marshmallow after sitting down.  Yamina didn't really want it, but the offer and acceptance were important, were crucial.  A small bit of the marshmallow clung to her lip after she bit into it and she chased it away with her tongue.<br/><br/><strong>"Your machine is formidable,"</strong>she said and nodded towards the nearby Spider.<strong>"It's as fast as mine and you can jump as well.  That third dimension often confuses the enemy enough to unsettle them from their center.  Being unpredictable is a powerful weapon to wield on the enemy."</strong>She paused and used the pretense of nibbling at the marshmallow to let the words sink in.<br/><br/><strong>"It is also a sword you cannot grasp with your own hand.  It cuts too deeply,"</strong>she warned.<strong>"If it is only you, then this is a fine tactic.  But when you are but a finger among two bunched fists it does not serve you well, serve the others well.  You must remember your center, Hiro,"</strong>she warned.<strong>"You must fight with purpose, not with abandon.  That way lies madness and ends in flame,"</strong>she ended and tossed the marshmallow into the fire to emphasize her point.  Yamina's gaze was level, but not damning.