It was such a surprise to hear George snap at her that Wrath actually recoiled, and she stared at him in shocked anger. "What are you, PMSing?" she hissed at him. She glanced at Patrick who looked more than a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"Fuck this, come on, Irish." Wrath held out her hand and Patrick rose from the sofa to take it, intent on leaving George alone. He was clearly not feeling great and he didn't feel like having George snap at him too.