Miki was not happy. That had hurt damn it. She managed to crawl off Vic and the table, only to hit the floor. Oh, she was going to feel these bruises later. She then managed to move herself over to one of the small sofas in the game room and huddled in a corner of one. "You guys suck. That hurt. I think I hate you."
She would have added her own death glare, but she had more pressing concerns suddenly. Like the fact she couldn't decide if she was hungry or is she was going to be sick.