She somehow felt validated in is hissing. He hated their pity, something he wouldn't get from her, so he was safe on that front.

That focus wasn't great, she felt a little on edge. There was a small part of her hoping he did something. That needed to be restrained deep back in her mind. She shouldn't feel that way.

She sighed, the familiar pull of the curse persona she held locked up. It normally happened when she wanted to tear something, she pushed it down though. "Glad someone at least understands that feeling."