"Bite me," she told her brother, but it distracted her enough to stop pacing, and she was grateful. She was being a little ridiculous, wasn't she? Maybe, maybe not. One thing was sure, she very much wanted a crack at whoever was responsible for this. She shot her brother the look that said 'I am extremely pissed at someone who's not you' and sat back down, still rubbing her arm. It seemed to hurt a little less with her hand over it, although maybe she was just imagining it. It wasn't like she couldn't take pain, but this pain was completely pointless. If she was going to hurt, she at least wanted to see some blood or a real injury.