"You're watching what I'm doing?!? No fucking way!!!" he replied with his eyes rolling.
"Yeah, I guessed that part, bitch. And if you really wanna know what I'm doing," his face suddenly regained a bit of a leer, "I'm building something pretty simple; think of it as a high-tech dog whistle."
Okay, some dumb slut dressed like a bad public ornament. "Taking lessons from Magneto's school of fashion, huh?"