Stubborn, disgusting creature, getting caught on her door frame like some ungainly Vortex polyp, keeping her from her deserved triumph. Almost worse than that is the burning flare of his influence and she grimaces as she's starting to feel the warping effect on her taut compelling beams of Time designed to nail him to her threshold. In response, she bares her teeth and redoubles her efforts to push him through, the doors behind him flinging open wide and hungry.

"You couldn't," she retorts with just a little more bite than she's actually feeling, in the face of his sickness corroding the flow of Time around her. This more than any other aspect of him will always make her feel viscerally, infuriatingly frightened, though she's gotten better at hiding it. "You couldn't last time and you could not now. Nor have you got any usefulness to offer, this isn't a problem you can stab and be done with!"

It's almost like he's desperate to claim some relevance; it would be laughable if this wasn't so vexing. An angry groan rings out from the console as the wood beneath his hands starts to heat up, determined to finish this. "Let me capture you and it will be the only useful thing you'll have done in this universe."