He was right, and she knew it. Still, Gretel sighed.
"Might make me feel slightly better... Or not."
It probably wouldn't- destroying TV screens in the auditorium had been momentarily therapeutic, but she no longer felt the effects; only the pain of torn skin and bruised knuckles.
"Though the look on that server's face helped," she decided to add in the bland, dry voice- but also in the spirit of his wink.