Not dangerous? She could make whatever she wanted! How was that not dangerous? Her expression flickered with agitation as he spoke amiably, dismissing any possibility of her injuring him. Yes, he was easily twice her size, but he said it himself - his fable could only limp. Witches were strong, and she could-
Joanie shook her head, banishing those insane thoughts. What was wrong with her? She lightly touched her fingers to her temple, as if doing so would unlock the secrets of her temper. Of course, nothing came to her.
But that was only the beginning. As he turned around, all smiles and civility, she felt her fists clench at her sides. "You think that I'm exploitable?" she hissed, glaring at him like an angry cat in the corner. "I'm not some dopey little kid that doesn't know how to handle myself. I'm doing this because I want to. And I won't be running around, poking my nose into dangerous situations like an idiot." She scowled, taking a slight step back. God, all of these people were such assholes. Why did she even bother?