She worked her hand - finger too - out from under the woman, and stood up.  She didn't mind the floor but... well, if Musubi wanted to be more comfortable, she'd make her more comfortable for this.  But her question... that wasn't an easy one.<br/><br/>"In control?" she said, quizzically as it was "Well... I just like being in control, I guess.  I guess I don't like<em>not</em>being in control... hell, I can't even drink myself into a blind stupor, and gods help the man that tries and mind-control me.  Not sure why that's the case... maybe it's because of all the shit I've gone through that I had<em>no</em>control whatsoever... not sure though.  Does it<em>bother</em>you that I'm 'in control' so much?"