When he sat up straight and started giving it back to her verbally, she stood, turning to look down on him. She wasn't really one of those girls to put her hands on her hips with an attitude, but her shoulders and stance were rigid, face rather emotionless. For now she had the upper hand.
"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not talking to outlaws, Devlin, or protecting terrorists. You're making this much bigger than it really is. Are you thinking of turning me in?" She raised an eyebrow that hinted at a challenge.