"Fuck you, Church!" That was snapped once she'd had the door a crack open. "I don't want to put my hands on some other man, I want to put my hands on you, but if you're in some other man's body then I'm going to put my hands on him, instead! Because you're in him!" She slammed the door shut again (poor River) and came stalking back to Church, eyes narrowing down. "You don't want me touching other men? I'll fucking show you touching other men." Oh, Church. Bad Church. She was reaching out to grab York's shirt with one hand and swing her opposite hand up to punch him hard in the jaw. "How's that for touching another man!?"