"Maybe it doesn't, but I'd still feel bad. If she were a man I'd feel a little less bad though." She wasn't completely against violence she just didn't like to fight like a girl. She wasn't the hair pulling scratching and slapping sort. She was more apt to throw a punch than she was to slap someone in the face. "Besides that, by the time I do go back, if I do, who knows if I'll even care by then? Maybe I'll care more about getting back here and who I left behind here, than my life there." She didn't want to even think about what she'd heard come out of Eric's mouth, that she was dead? Maybe it was just a mistake.
She tilted her head slightly so she could get a good look at that scowl, her head almost lay down on the counter. Oh he was angry all over again. "You know this place is missing one thing, a spa or like a gym or something." She abruptly changed the subject. He helped her get over her conflict, now it was her turn to try and ease his irritation. "The best I can think of is mud wrestling, which could be fun, but something about you tells me I'd be completely out matched." She leaned over the stool between him and poked him in the bicep. "Yeah completely outmatched. But if it'll help." She shrugged lightly, she was game for any sort of relief he needed. She was already wet, what would mud hurt?