Pausing in a dead stop, her jaw went slack and her eyes went wie. "What the hell?" She whispered. "I am not a dog." She wasn't in heat. That was just cold. "You want to call me a bitch, just go right out and say it, but I am not some fucking dog." She growled out. Tabby wasn't even paying attention to the fact that she was creating a bomb in one hand for a moment, but she did have a good hold on the glowing orb as it slowly grew into the size of a beach ball as he continued on at her.
But she had kept quiet, letting him say whatever it was that he felt he needed to say. If he wanted to be an asshole, then that was on him, or at least how she saw it. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed, but her breathing slowed. "Funny how you go from telling me something about how it's safer for me not to, to it's how I'm nothing but a dirty whore and how I'm so damn unattractive. Got to love how that's not leading me on. But what does it matter anyway? I don't mean shit to you or much of anyone else. I'm just some hormonal teenager without a damn brain all over again. Why don't you go fuck yourself Jimmy since you're so damn respectful." And with that she did throw her bomb in his direction, but not at him. If anything, any debris from the dirt in landed in shouldn't have even hit him. Maybe just a smoke screen as she walked away, bombs already glowing in both of her hands.