Mac dropped the knife as she suddenly found herself at lost for words. What the hell was happening? She never loses her cool in front of other people; it just wasn't.... Mac. But it's over. It's done, it's over. You've been told straight up. Now walk away and don't ever do this again. What are you.. becoming weak now? Really? Mac blinked back whatever was left of the tears, the emotions: forcing herself back into the cold person she had become that day on the dock. She quickly picked up the knife and flipped it back closed to keep her from slipping anyone's blood. Last thing she needed was to have yet another argument that day, but with Jax instead, over why one of his men were dead for no reason.
And yes, it would be one of Jax's men, for if Mac were to kill anyone at this point, it would most likely be the one who's walking away from her at the very moment. Suddenly, a classic Mac speak-before-think moment arose, and Mac found herself shouting back to the fleeting kitchen boy.
"Is that why you took such care with me the last time, asshole?"