[it's a bit of pressure that she wasn't expecting to face, and lazarus places it directly on the epicenter of her doubts. it is power. it's too much power. it's too much power for one man to handle, let alone a man who transformed himself into a god, and she's certain by now that whatever kind of person he is, whatever might happen between them in the future, it will be apocalyptic news for trench should he get the urge to stretch his metaphorical legs.]

[she fills all that time spent thinking with an almost methodically slow drag of her cigarette. by the time she's finished, whether she's thought of an answer or not, she knows she'll have to give one.]

Well, I know that "teacher" isn't it. Everything I've really learned about him I had to teach myself. Could call him a mistake, if I wanted to be an edgy asshole about it. [her eye sweeps the demonic form before her again.] Not that you'd know edgy or anything.