Yata hadn't meant to call her a bitch. It was a heat of the moment thing that happened and he was a short tempered person to being with. But thankfully she didn't say or do anything. He turned back one more time to look at the woman, watching as she went off to interrogate someone else. He shook his head, but he couldn't exactly blame her. He'd done the exact same thing before, beating others to a bloody pulp to get some answers. Only difference was he burned people also.
Whatever. It wasn't his problem.
He shrugged, skating off and unbeknownst to him, leaving behind a trail of reddish fire.