Enigma gave him a look. “Of course they were gunshots, hence, plastic confetti, wee,” she said, tossing a handful up in the air before pressing up close to Bruce possessively, glaring at Dinah. “Yes, go home to your boyfriend,” she said, making a shooing motion. “And stay away from men who don't know about you and your ways, shoo.”
Rude, yes, but she was an insane teenager to often did without thinking.
“And don't bother thinking you'll talk to him again,” she added, sticking out her tongue. “I can make what Doctor Crane did to you look like a happy Sunday walk.”