Maybe she is. But then again, maybe that's what she wants you to think. She could be, say, a parasitic vampire curtain living in your kitchen telepathically hacking your neighbour's pc waiting for the moment you act like a normal human being so she can jump you and sink her whatever-you-call-those-metal-things-used-to-hang-curtains into your jugular. Implausible, but not as implausible as a space virus.
Alright, all together now: one, two, three; SnM! If we really have to bond, I'll do it on the non-pointy end of whatever's available. Who knows, if we're lucky, I won't be charged with first-degree murder.
I wonder why there's these limits on now.