"Thanks," she replied with a light smile. Mac was a little surprised at the rest of his explanation. She wouldn't have pegged him to be so intellectual, then again, this was the same guy reciting bible verses before the first battle.
The change in Savage's mood sent a chill down Mac's back. Her whole body stiffened as he stepped closer to her, prepared for anything but really hoping for nothing. Mac held her chin up in defiance but her fear was in her eyes clear as day. She was thankful he didn't start a fight, but how was she to admit she was wrong when she had never admitted that in the past? Not to mention it would make her look weak. But she was so wrong for saying what she said.
Releasing a breath as he stepped away, Mac didn't hear what he had to say as she made a last minute decision.
"I'm sorry!" she shouted, trying to get him to turn around and get the words out before her natural habit of choking them down over took her brain. "I'm sorry," she said again, but quieter this time, "I didn't mean that. But sometimes you play a face so much it over rules your better judgement filter when speaking."
There was that ghost blood on her hands again and Mac found herself rubbing her hands together, trying to clean it off. "God damnit! Go away already!"