[ Those memories having rolled back in are proving to be a catalyst for Malia wanting to toss aside following rules. Her teeth press tightly together, low rumble in her throat as she sighs. Yet she holds it together, mostly. ]

Okay. Me too. It's...really weird. [ Still the tone. Perky. Chipper. Upbeat. ] And. [ She moves in a little closer, voice dropping. ] Since you brought it up. You know what you are yet? I was...talking to a friend. [ Lies. Malia, you're bad at lying, stop. ] And...I learned a lot from them, about other types of...things, creatures [ she whispers that, as if the camera isn't right there ] and unless you can make your eyes glow and you didn't tell me, then I don't know what you are. But, I still wanna know.