She held on tightly to your hand, the two of you walking around the ship. Though her grip was tight, she wouldn't hurt you. It was a part of her imprinting protocol.

You bring her back to the room you share with your work partner, the two of you watching over Evie. And while she's still a weapon... you can't help but feel sorry for her.

She may be mold, but... she's still a kid. YOUR kid, dammit.