Samus just shakes her head at him slowly. "At least when I'm being stepped on, I'm perfectly aware of the intentions of the one who's trying to step on me. Your intentions and motivations are nearly impossible to pin-point." Even now she has no idea where they stand with one another. She still didn't trust him, or even really like him, but she didn't hate him either.

"... What exactly were you conflicted over that could last for four million years?" Samus was actually... somewhat appalled that a conflict could last for so terribly long.