“Listen,” Power says, putting a hand on her hip, “I’m not your little sister. This is just her body, so go away.” You’ve been bothering her for days now. Your “sister” was already dead when she found the body! Finder’s keepers or whatever.

You keep insisting she needs to come home with you, that she’s still your “little sister” even if she is a fiend. Power rolls her eyes. Humans and their attachment to others. She has other things she needs to do, and you’re bothering her.