"Yet." There's definite trepidation in her expression and tone as she repeats the word. Yet. It feels like it'll happen though. If it hasn't happened already. She tilts her head curiously at his explanation of his abilities. "Does the something else have thoughts itself?" Because if it does and the Head can copy that it's even more intimidating. And big. And bad. The Head's already intimidating enough.

"We'd have to find the Head's place first wouldn't we?" She squeezes his hand and frowns at the thought of it just learning more and more by each new face that arrives. "And the things in our heads. It learns from there." And she really hates that. If she could get that out it might change a lot. At the very least she would certainly feel better.