Surprisingly, or perhaps not so much, Washu was instantly calm. All anger seemed to have bled away from her the moment she had thrown the table. No, she was no longer the simple and most brilliant mind in the universe. (Several in fact, but that was beside the point.) She wasn't even in her child form anymore, having switched to her adult one while the table had been flying through the air. She was living science. She was a goddess of the craft, in more ways than one.
"And yet despite my flaws, I am still, and always will be, far better at my work than you ever will be. After all, it certainly wasn't lack of skill that cured 13. In fact I believe he escaped your hospital quite on his own while you were still debating on what kind of chisel to use on him."