Raiden almost felt a twinge of irritation pinch the side of his head while hearing Lucea scold him for doing what he thought was good. All the woman did was spit at him, lecturing the poor Diclonius about how Xanadu had to remain locked up underground. Although his ample bravery seemed to have created a "wall" of sorts to keep Lucea out, Raiden couldn't help but at least feel a little angered at the young woman for simply not understanding. Not understanding Xanadu, not understanding Diclonius Version 23. Raiden quickly stepped up and crossed his arms, giving off a slight sigh. "Look look look. There isn't any "relationship" between me and her. There wouldn't be if all I'm doing is accepting to supervise her and drag her around the base with me." strangely enough, his tone remained assertive despite his face showed some weakness. Somehow he felt a little...conflicted between the rules that Lucea supported and the inner drive within Raiden that brought him this far in life. But her questions came quick, and he didn't have any time to chose a side. So he remained hard. "Sure she made me break a heating vent out of a joke gone wrong. And sure, that window will....never be the same, but she did it out of good will regardless. She did it out of a need to smile. Sadistic? Yes, but you can't blame her for acting out if you had to be in her situation." For once, Raiden stopped upon realizing he was /defending/ Xanadu. But then again, he related to her quite well. Putting out his hand, he waved it casually as if he wanted to toss the tension between them away to make room for compromise. "Look, let me be frank here. You can't expect a change in her if you don't allow her to actually have a chance to act like us instead of trying your best to force her to be like us. If it bothers you that much, come with me to supervise her, then."