Snake was a tad off in his ideas, in actuality - neither machine nor possessed, Daniella was a rather astounding piece of alchemic work, made from the very blood of a mandragora flower; such was evident in her perfect complexion and odd lilac color in her hair, skin, and even eyes. Lorenzo Belli had created her to be the perfect woman.

Obviously, something went wrong.

She paused at his question, her shaking quelled to ponder the odd statement. She remained silent for a moment, all movement ceasing as though someone had pulled her metaphorical plug.

"Neither," she answered finally. Then, abruptly, she was not so still anymore, usual slow pace seemingly tossed to the side as she frighteningly dashed towards the man, hot metal raised over her head before she swung.