Re: Marta / Seven
[With gritted teeth and a muscle twitching at the hinge of his jaw, he turns and finally looks at her straight-on.] Yeah. I just got back and I haven't slept for shit in days, and I haven't seen you since before that night when the hotel put you through something pretty fucked up. And I worried about you the whole time I was in Gotham, but Marta -
[A beat, while he shifts his weight back onto the booted heel of one foot and folds his arms over his chest, exhaling a short breath through puffed-out cheeks.] I don't have the patience to deal with your cagey fucking bullshit right now, okay? I just can't do it. Sorry if that makes me an asshole.