Editing Taylor Hebert (section)

===Post-Timeskip===
She is noted to be cold, distant, exceptionally driven, and even ruthless by many characters.<ref>[[Cell 22.2]]</ref>

She became concerned that her [[passenger]] was influencing her behaviour.<ref name="27.3e1"/><ref name="26.2 e2"/><ref name="24.4e1">Had I?  Not wholly consciously.  I'd set up the string, but how much of that was intentional?  Was it habit, now, to have a measure on hand when dealing with any weapon?<br><br>I focused on the swarm, focused on the cords and threads that traced the room.  One in the doorway, one at each of Phir Sē's feet, just waiting for me to finish the deal and bind him.  Others extended between us, spiders poised to cut the threads or tie them, as the situation demanded.<br><br>The passenger, or was it me, being wary?<br><br>"I guess I did," I said.  I made the spiders cut the threads between us.<br><br>[...]<br><br>My heart was still pounding, my mouth dry, and it wasn't just the Phir Sē thing, or the teleporter.  ''The passenger.'' - [[Crushed 24.4]]</ref> She even blamed ordinary emotions on her passenger.<ref name="27.3e2">"It's been a bad day, in case you haven't noticed.  You're allowed to feel bad.  It's kind of normal."<br><br>''Normal.''<br><br>I'd been thinking of my feelings as being off-kilter, out of control, unreasonable and irrational.<br><br>Were they just regular feelings?  Emotions that weren't being reined in by my discipline and bottling everything up, by distraction and disconnection?<br><br>Somewhere along the line, I'd stopped thinking about my feelings as being mixed up or fucked up and stopped concerning myself with them altogether.  On a level, I'd blamed my passenger.<br><br>But I wasn't sure I could justify that with what I was experiencing now.  Why would the passenger take away, gain ground in subsuming my identity and then give it back, all like this?<br><br>Was it just me? - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/extinction-27-3/ Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.3]]</ref> She tried hypnosis and bartering with it to control it, to no avail. Eventually she made a kind of peace with it.<ref name="26.4">[[Sting 26.4]]</ref>