"How about a fucking twatwaffle?" Annie spat. "Rotting cum dumpster? Huh? How about that? Anyone call you that? Oh, I know. Let's go with pathetic loser."
She wasn't really trying to start anything new, she didn't want Tony to have to fight Nigma - Nigma? What the hell kind of name was that? - in the middle of all these people. But she had a lot of anger built up inside of her that was wrapped with pain and fear. She had to express it somehow.
Her free right hand slid into Tony's left, squeezing to let him know that she wasn't really upset with him that he wasn't going to end this guy's life. And she still stayed behind him, just in case.
Annie had to admit, though, Tony's threat to the asshole was pretty satisfying.