[ The grin drops the instant the tub hits the ground, spilling what little was left of the contents in a sweet, spicy cloud of sound and small.
She reaches for Vriska's arms, to keep her from flailing and doing potentially serious damage with those claws. ] You're in the closest gogdamn thing to a respite-block we have in this hole, instead of back at the hospital where robots were pumping you full of all kinds of wicked shit, Vriska.
[ Then the grin is back, somewhat smug. ] Is that good enough for you, or do you want to be afraid of the crabs again?