Ah. This was a mistake. That animalistic look - that really shouldn't be eliciting the flutter that it just did, something between panic and anticipation. But she couldn't take her hands back without seeming disgusted.

She smiles at him, not forced, but melancholic. She pats his shoulder, pats his hand, and then lets go and stands back.

"Well, it's going to have to learn to like you." It's what's sensible, and from all accounts it's what's possible here in this odd world. Still, she can't help but remember her own run with the symbiote, that power. She purses her lips in the awkward silence, and then gives him a wave, "Go, get Tony, let's get this door fixed."