Touching people is risky, sometimes. There's been a few times when my memories have started bleeding into someone. Not like they think they're theirs, just that— they see them. Like kicking a bloated corpse. All those grubs and viscera, just— burst out. All the stuff that shouldn't get spread about. Making them see anything like that isn't right, not even by accident. And me lookin' in their heads? Rummaging through their secrets? That's not something I like either.

( She holds up a hand, and huffs out a laugh.)

My ethical code means I shouldn't touch people, probably. Not risk it. My care bear code is more cuddly and selfish, but.