_{[... In the end, all she could do for the moment was take Otacon's word for it. The survivor in her didn't like those odds-- even if she did paint herself as friendly and confident, in terms of real trust, she had a hard time placing it in anybody after all she'd been through. ... Except the person who'd brought it on her inadvertently, and at one point had aimed a gun at her head. Funny how trust worked, wasn't it?]}

... I guess he must be, then. _{[She offered him a rueful grin.]} Sorry to be so... suspicious. ... I've just been used as a means to an end by people before, and it kinda got to me after awhile.

_{[So that favor she did you last night was a pretty big leap in trust, Otacon! Be flattered.]}