Being human isn't necessarily a redeeming quality.

( She'll fight for them, defend them, and she's wished she were one of them more times than could be counted, but humans are not inherently good. They can do terrible things to one another, and she lightly taps his jaw, the tenderness of the gesture at odds with their surroundings. )

I do whatever I can for friends.

( They've never been something she had in abundance. ) When you do the - ( She waves her hand, trying to think how to phrase this, ) - pink glowing thing, what does it do, exactly?

( Because she's eyeing some reasonable large items. ) Namely, if you do that to something very large and heavy that I could throw, something bigger than what you've been using so far, what would it do to them?

( To demonstrate, she is going to rip the door of this car, slam it into an oncoming soldier, before she slings it into the oncoming numbers. )