Mac was lightly shaking her head as Savage spoke. "But.. I already know how to live with it. I had no problems with it until I started feeling like that one crazy queen from that Shakespeare play, the one where she keeps scrubbing blood off her hands and then commits suicide. Maybe I just need some physic meds or something?" she said, putting her hands back down and acting like nothing had happened.
Mac raised her eyebrow as if to say, 'excuse you?' to Savage. She gave him a friendly punch to the arm with her good arm. "I wasn't sitting on my ass. I was lying on it, on my nice cushy bed while you all slept on the hard ground," she replied, sticking her tongue out.
Mac noted the change in his demeanor. Cleary the topic of the redhead was a touchy one for Savage. Interesting? She wondered if this woman meant something more than war findings to him. She wouldn't ask, well, at least not yet. "I'm not sure if she would. Outside of me, you're kind of her next favorite. I think she's wary enough to not take away your toy."
The word had left her lips without hesitation, but it was after she said it she regretted it.