Her bold attempt to act like she had everything under control was endearing in its own way, but he knew that it wouldn't last. In fact, she was making this far too easy for him; he didn't even have to force her to admit it, as it was clear that she wasn't in a state where she could use her power the way it was meant to be used.

"Like I said," he replied once she shot a question at him, "I'm going to help you fix this. You're broken now, but we can put it all back together." Or so he hoped. He was only going off of theories, but there was something that had caused her to trip up, to hold back, to lose it.

He bent down slightly so that he could peer into her face, showing no fear even when she was more or less a firecracker that could go off at any second. His face, on the other hand, was completely masked. "Something is causing this. Something in here." He tapped her on the side of the head with one finger.

"Any idea of what that might be?"