She was ready for it the moment she saw the operative's hand come anywhere near her. It still makes her teeth clamp down onto the side of her tongue, though, and that pain combined with the sting on her face makes her close her eyes for a second. Just so she can take a deep breath, try to deal with it. She does know better than to start lashing out immediately. But fuck if it's not really fucking tempting right now.

"You could just tell me what hell I'm supposed to talk about." She quirks an eyebrow. "The weather? Boys? Or, oh, what's your favorite color?"