To her credit, Lightning doesn't back down at that sudden sharpness. She keeps her eyes locked on Kimblee's, peering through her bangs as she now has to look up at him and stomp on the instinct that is yelling at her to stand up and glare him down. She can't play all her cards in one hand just yet.

"Trust has to be earned, Mr. Kimblee. Considering the risk we're both already taking, can you blame me for not wanting to add to it? You know it isn't just my safety at stake here. Besides," She pauses, reaching for her mug and taking another sip of her coffee. "PSICom is less of a mouthful than what it actually stands for. I'd have thought you'd appreciate it being easier to say."

Because it will be a mouthful when she's done with it, that's to be sure.