God, will you stop shouting at me? I just saved your sorry ass from those things. You should be thanking me. The way you aim, you'd be dead without me.

[ She's still glaring at him, but she tosses her hair over her shoulder, rubbing her arms. If this Marco really doesn't know anything about morphing, she might as well tell him. It'll get him to stop shrieking about it, at any rate. ]

Look, just calm down and I'll explain, okay? Stop freaking out on me, it's weirding me out. Just...let's go back to my apartment. I'm not exactly dressed for the weather.