[Mhm, that thought again to slug him came on back. Because she felt like she was held at verbal gunpoint, with a knife about to shank her.

She was looking into the face of someone who had now successfully cheesed her off. The horses were loose, and Abies brought it on himself.]

Careful doing what? Treat him like a human being, someone who deserves to have someone listen to him every now and then? Do it to his face so he knows someone ever even remotely cared about him?

Trust that if there was a problem he had with me, he could come say it to me from his mouth?

Gee, I didn't know that could offend you so much. But apparently it did enough for you to threaten me for no good reason.