Oh, she would've loved to counter that saying of the Golden Rule with her own list of numerous examples of treachery and deceit back in her dark, hopeless assassin days... but that would've just turned the mood sour now, wouldn't it? Besides, it wasn't a bad line itself, in the few circumstances she was given the chance to explain herself... a circumstance like now, it seemed.
She blushed when Doc complimented on her beauty... as if she could blush any further, what with her face already burning like it was. It wasn't supposed to affect her that much: there were lots of men who've indeed called her beautiful, but those times simply felt like they didn't give two tacos about her personality. Was it because Doc was gentlemanly-enough to her? Maybe it was just the Grog in her system that helped magnify an otherwise-mundane statement... Yeah. Definitely the Grog. It's a good thing he was helping her finish the Black Grog, normally by this time she would've been moping and sobbing all over the place. She was starting to lose grip on herself...
... But the grip was still there, at least. And it manifested when Doc asked her about Nanites. She was still able to pause herself, lean her forehead onto her fingertips, and really think long and hard if there were any instances she's ever heard the word before. Soon enough, the answer came to her. "Nada, Senor. Never heard of these Nanites before. But from its name alone, I can guess it has something to do with Nanotechnology? Modified nanobots, perhaps? Doesn't sound so bad... Hopefully it won't be invasive." She paused as she gave the Doc a cheeky smile, "... Not saying I'm a coward when it comes to needles, but...
"Oh, I suppose I should tell you this now, Senor. I have this strange condition... My sense of touch is extremely sensitive. The slightest breeze feels like a fan at high settings. Coming out into the cold air after a warm shower is almost unbearable. Changes in temperature and pressure that most people wouldn't bat an eye towards? Yeah, I can basically tell if storms are coming in just by feeling them. Really helps when you're trying to snipe, especially with projectile weapons, Senor. The flight suit I'm wearing HAS to be lined with OSC-grade silk because I find many fabrics uncomfortable, even painful to wear, while what most would call an ant-bite would be a point-blank shot with a sidearm for me. The only reason I don't mope around in pain so much is cause I've strengthened my will enough to tolerate it to average-human levels, heheh. This condition is inborn, Senor... long before my Rite, so you can't blame it for my condition.
"Still, it has it's moments... I can tell you, my favorite spots to hang out in are calm swimming pools..." She sighed as she wrapped her arms around herself sensually, "Suspending myself deep in water... with not a stitch of cloth on me, so the water could surround me... tickling me, and slowly and intimately caressing over my entire womanly body... Mmmm, oh how I miss the pool already!"