Caesar Silverberg: the man she cared for due to his deep seated sense of bravery and protective instincts.

Mostly the self-preservation subset.

She was still responding to the adrenaline rush of the armed gun-camels, her own arms up in a cross between an ineffectual stop motion and an attempt to ensure Caesar stayed behind her. The flowers have her flinch at first, trying to brush one off her wrist to no success. Holographic flowers didn't respond to physical touch, alighting on both Collette and Caesar and proceeding to bloom and pulsate in colorful pastels.

"You got me," she said, still too keyed up to not be standing defensively in front of him. "Why aren't they coming off? They're not even real!"