Oh what the fuck? [She stomps over to where he's standing, her shirt covering her to her knees.] Look, I have no idea what the details of this are, and if I did I wouldn't brag about it. So quit whining, bitchboy. [She was being a little more harsh than usual, but that was more because she was walking like she had been riding a bull and felt like she had taken on half of Arkham Asylum by herself while said bull tried to buck her. It was hardly a pleasant sensation, and she had the distinct feeling it was all Chris' fault. Even if she was stronger than him. Probably.]