As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was sure entertaining any serious thoughts about him just as well would lead to inevitable disappointment. It was a bitter, sad thought, but also quick fleeting.

"I've never worn humility well." She mirrored his sneer but that too was fleeting. It didn't look quite right on her face, there just for his sake. She whipped her head to the side and gathered her disheveled hair back into her red scrunchie with a few flicks of her wrist and a snap; a well-experienced master at taming her long golden locks.

Samus didn't wear pride very well for that matter either, but she was a very objective woman, on or off the battlefield.

"...But I know what I'm good at."