Imogen actually forgot how to speak for a moment. God, she almost forgot how to breathe, she was so angry. Her mouth opened and closed hopelessly, and she had to shut her eyes for a second to remember to inhale before she spoke.
"Well?!" She hissed. She would have shouted, but they were stood on the sidewalk with poeple walking past and just because she'd turned into some kind of freak did not mean she was about to go making a scene. Not just yet, anyway. If it had to happen she'd much rather they worked up to it. "You hope I'm well? How well do you think I am? I have a... Gremlin living in my head! Oh Shut up!"
That last bit was directed more towards Seshet, who had taken the last comment with a faint noise and feeling of offence. Imogen hadn't quite managed to get to grips with having a silent conversation with her little stowaway at the moment. She curled her fingers into her palm, creating fists so tight that her nails cut into the skin. "What the hell's your problem?" She insisted. "What is wrong with you?"