"Yes, but in the end which one of us are you going to back when it comes down to it? The winner, the loser. Which one of us do you think will be the winner?" Simon twisted slightly in his chair, watching her. He looked almost like a little boy who'd been found doing something bad but who also didn't care that he'd been caught. An angry little boy who happened to know how paralyze someone with a few cc's of this and mimic a coma with a few cc's of that.
"It really doesn't matter right now." Simon leaned back in his seat and stared up at the ceiling.
"Right now, I have paperwork to finish and then notes to go over. I have people to help, lives to save." His voice was flat, but even now he meant it. He did have work to do. Finally he looked at her. "Feel the need to reprimand me further? Perhaps next time we could try having a conversation that hasn't been started with anger or fear."