The bitch was, in theory, he might have had a point. She got the feeling that the majority of people here took to that mind-frame pretty damn well, and Lina couldn't say definitively that that was wrong. It was just wrong for her. "Find answers," she answered his question, and tossed back the rest of her beer in a single swallow. Then she stood up and turned fully to face him. "My brain doesn't work that way. 'Oh, there's nothing I can do about it, so I might as well play nice.' Fuck that. I don't play nice, and to be honest, I don't have a fuck of a lot of use for people that do."
Then she got right in his personal space, pushing him back in the stool and getting too close in a manner too aggressive to ever be interpreted as something friendly. "And unless you can help me with that, you are of no goddamn good to me," she hissed. "So go make friends with some other bitch. You're out of your damn league with me."