Her anger runs cold. Maybe because this isn't something that she's ever encountered before. She remembers light slaps on the wrist back when she was a child, being scolded for running too fast or not taking enough time to watch where her feet are going as she flies down the steps, but there's a difference between telling someone to be careful, and telling someone that they aren't allowed to take risks. Dean isn't using so many words, nor is the message clear in any way other than the physical threat that looms over her as he steps close, but the effect is the same. She's put her own neck on the line, too much for his taste. And, by god, if it doesn't just piss her off, that he thinks he can bully her into anything. That he thinks he can make that sort of argument when it simply screams hypocrisy.
Green eyes, acidic, slowly gaze from head to toe, before making contact again.
"Last I checked, I'm not the only one down here. Last I checked, I'm a hunter as much as you are. And last I checked, no one makes my choices for me but myself, so really Dean," she replies, her voice just barely raising in volume, although the edge sharpens by a great deal. "Tell me. What gives you the right to call me a fool? The fact that one damn Splicer slipped through my fingers?"
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Date: 2011-07-14 11:48 pm (UTC)Her anger runs cold. Maybe because this isn't something that she's ever encountered before. She remembers light slaps on the wrist back when she was a child, being scolded for running too fast or not taking enough time to watch where her feet are going as she flies down the steps, but there's a difference between telling someone to be careful, and telling someone that they aren't allowed to take risks. Dean isn't using so many words, nor is the message clear in any way other than the physical threat that looms over her as he steps close, but the effect is the same. She's put her own neck on the line, too much for his taste. And, by god, if it doesn't just piss her off, that he thinks he can bully her into anything. That he thinks he can make that sort of argument when it simply screams hypocrisy.
Green eyes, acidic, slowly gaze from head to toe, before making contact again.
"Last I checked, I'm not the only one down here. Last I checked, I'm a hunter as much as you are. And last I checked, no one makes my choices for me but myself, so really Dean," she replies, her voice just barely raising in volume, although the edge sharpens by a great deal. "Tell me. What gives you the right to call me a fool? The fact that one damn Splicer slipped through my fingers?"