[Huffing, arms crossed over her chest, Perona opts to just float in mid-air, it's easier and more comfortable anyway. Growling, she chews her lower lip in irritation.]

...Fine. I'll put my faith in your word. There's little that can be done regardless. [Which gets a deeper scowl. Perona hates not having some form of command over her own goddamn body.] So long as I can be fed properly, there shouldn't be an issue. I...don't like having to lose myself like that.

[And hurting people she marginally liked, too. Speaking of--] ...Can you restrain me, Mr. Law, if that's necessary? I'd like to think you have the skills to do so without too much incident.