Angelica wasn't in the mood for his shit. He hadn't given her any lip until now, and he shouldn't have done it. His temper flared and so did her's.
"No, I'm not a fucking expert on grave digging."
She shot back at him, relatively calm, she wasn't screaming, so that was good, but she wasn't ready to put up with him.
"I never said you were fucking stupid, you little asshole, I figured you might want to rest, but if you want to help," She shoved the stick towards him, crowding him," Find a fucking place with soft soil and I'll get another branch, I'm not going to argue with you, it's a waste of my fucking time, that kid deserves some semblance of a god damn proper burial."
She stated it, and didn't move out of his personal space either, waiting for him to either back the fuck down or take another shot because as it was now, she wouldn't mind a fight.