[ They'll adapt. Claude doesn't doubt it, and he's already aware that Iona is stronger than any manufactured weapon or semi-automatic pistol.

Still, he'll be alert. It's his job to be. ]

Careful isn't your forte.

[ A quiet warning, as he looks over his shoulder and sighs. One hand draws up to bury itself in her hair, ruffling once, twice. ]

...I wouldn't worry overmuch. I don't expect things to be much different from before; you'll go charging forward, and I'll be pulling you back. That's how we've balanced things up until now, no?