The metal arm makes a halfhearted grinding noise, but then subsides, accepting the outside pressure against it. Soldat doesn't even open their eyes. "Proud. For having a hysterical moment on your floor. The fuck for." They can't even muster up a questioning tone, but she'll be used to that by now. There's nothing positive about this, that they can see, nothing to be proud of.

They always were shit at understanding their own emotional reactions to things.