[Ninety-Nine tilts her head to the side, slow and languishing, like a wild animal turning around a strange noise.]

I'm not. [She doesn't get scared - not the normal way, anyway; fear has been strung up inside of her like a part of her circulatory system. The world is a terrifying place, and she is a terrifying part of it.]

But you might be thinking... I'm unsafe. We're attached, and I could turn on you because I'm dangerous. Even if you think you can withstand me.