"You want me to?" he challenges back, the fury turning his face to a sneer. "And why the hell do you keep staring at me like that? You want me to call you that word again? Because you're being one and fucking impolite! At least BLINK motherfucker!! Little creep." That last bit is said under his simulated breath.

York finally turns away from her to start physically assessing the damage she's caused. "Jesus christ, really, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you stuck in some weird ass fucking goth phase where your claws need to be like a cat? You realize it's going to take too fucking long to get this shit repaired, right?"

He presses the mesh up, hoping that the frayed ends would catch on the still online sections but they just fall back down to hang. "At least you're a pretty good contender for why the glownies aren't back. You probably attacked the fuck out of them too."

'Bitch,' though this time smartly unsaid.