[Well of course they never plan. Nobody plans, especially when lack thereof will inconvenience those around them.

But she's not paranoid or anything.]

This body-

[That's it, a scapegoat]

-is prone to excess emotion. Fear. Territorialism. Possessiveness. I am -- unsure. How to process this lack of control. It feels as if it will never come back. I am no longer-- my household robots would not obey me even if they were here. I am insignificant.

[There's a distinct droop around the wing pinions; she's deflated, knocked down from angry puffed-up posturing to just tired, confused goose]