Blondie was right, it did only matter what she was now. But what she was now was someone who didn't want to give in. Elliot did, gleefully and unabashedly. Because it felt good, hell, it had felt good before there was magic involved. Letting her anger flow through her veins felt like her muscles stretching after having to curl herself up into a box for too long.
It danced along her veins, making her grin until Blondie kept running her mouth. She stepped closer when Blondie stood, partially because she was planning on digging her fucking claws into the woman's unmarred skin and partially because she didn't really have a choice with the grip she already had on her.
That was, of course, the scene Ethan came downstairs to. Elliot with her hand wrapped around Blondie's throat and a snarl resonating out from her chest. His voice reached her even so, it always did no matter how much of a frenzy she was in - even though she was nowhere near that. Right now she was playing, really. Angry but not letting it sweep her away.
Both hands released Blondie at once, stepping back, surprisingly graceful and precise steps bringing her to Elliot's side in a heartbeat. Fuck. Elliot was in trouble, she could feel it. It was just that she was going stir crazy but too much energy was no excuse. Her shoulders were still back and her head held high however, and she was right, Blondie did look delicious all riled up. Next time, maybe. Better time and place.