[S-smacked with a turkey leg. As if trying to appease her over something that's not even his fault wasn't enough of a blow to his dignity.]
[He starts picking greasy bits out of his hair and sighs.] I don't know why you're so mad about it. This place is weird, strange things happen all the time. She's just a particularly persistent one.
To think, I told her if she tried to fight you, I'd have your back. -- Not that you'd need it [he quickly adds], but it's the principle of the matter. And here you're throwing things at me. [does that count for nothing? Somehow he's getting the feeling that's exactly what it counts for, with her. What he hell's eating her, anyway? You'd think with a full stomach she'd be more agreeable.]