She's got that cold and calculated look in her eyes.
Its the very same ice in her heart ; it's killing her warm smile--
--now only a faint trail of smoke.

She knows. And she sees.
But all she hears , is the same Bull roar that tumbles out each time.
But this time--this time? --
--She has no time.

She's's got all her attention on the next intruder, laser sharp and ready
To strike.
They'll try to spear her down, and find, you can't make ice bleed.
You just can't.