"What's up with me?" Oh she is mad.
"What the hell kind of question is that!" She almost takes a swing at him. Him following her pissed her off a bit.
"You're a moron if you can't figure it out! And you should be resting still. You can't guarantee someone won't get a lucky shot when you're like this," she snaps at him sounding a little louder and more distressed than she wants to.
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