[. . . he didn't even want to get up. Not for awhile, anyway, but then she's shouting more nonsense at him. Maybe someday, if they ever talk again, he'll realize how much he f'd up in his panic, but right now is a pretty good lesson too. She was f'ing terrifying. And still a little threatening to him, so he'll move to push himself up off the ground, only to wince and roll over slowly, gingerly, while rubbing out his shoulder, lying on his back. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her, so he'll only give a sigh.]

Pretty sure we're all just serving ourselves right now. I think a better question is, what made you wanna kill me so bad, huh? Outta your damned mind so quick, huh?