[ Finally, Toko succeeds at wrenching herself free, Beatrix too busy snorting and frowning at the assumption that everyone around her is constantly praising her. (It's a snort that quickly turns into a cough as she chokes on her own spit, somehow.) ]

Haaaaaaaah. No way. Everyone thinks I'm useless.

[ She frowns, slumping back onto her butt on the ground. ]

I'm too loud, or too eager, and I can never stop and think before I do something.

[ If Sergeant Ilsa and everyone else is to be believed, she can't do a single thing right. It used to drive her crazy and send her temper shooting up straight through the roof, but with the years have come a smidge of maturity. Instead of becoming incensed, she finds that she just misses them all now.

Frowning, she pillows her arms across her drawn-up knees, planting her chin atop one forearm. ]

Also it just makes you nice, which is way better than being an idol. Some of them are really self….self-absorbed.