She could count the number of times she'd lost her temper on one hand, and it really did take a lot to push her over the edge - then again, having the shit beaten out of you by someone you thought was a friend did constitute as 'a lot'. The more she looked at him the angrier she became, and once he started talking the sound of his voice didn't do much to help her calm down either. Hannah folded her arms across her chest, disgusted that Max didn't even have the human decency to recognize her as quickly as she'd recognized him. How could he forget, unless he made a habit of beating up women?
"I live here - just like you do, apparently." Hannah didn't remember seeing his name on the forums, but then again he might have given a fake one. Maybe he'd given her a fake one, for all she knew. Really, what were the chances of him moving to the same damn building? The compliment just made her scowl, and she began to approach him with a false sense of ease that masked her desire to smack that grin right off his face. "'You look great'? Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? You really are an asshole." Her gaze was contemptuous as she studied him, shaking her head. "So, beaten up any women lately?"