[ Before she can bicker back this time, especially about getting tugged back without permission, suddenly having his face--his real face--right in front of hers shuts her right up. Probably because seeing her reflection in his visor shot her thoughts back to seeing that when he fucked her so good, she didn't come to until morning.
Her heart's going to stop at this rate. This jerk. ]
I. Well.
[ She clears her throat, putting on the air of indignation he deserves. Following that up with a huff, she crosses her arms and turns her face away. At least she's calmed down from the shock of him transforming, too. Double jerk! ]
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Her heart's going to stop at this rate. This jerk. ]
I. Well.
[ She clears her throat, putting on the air of indignation he deserves. Following that up with a huff, she crosses her arms and turns her face away. At least she's calmed down from the shock of him transforming, too. Double jerk! ]
...You've got dust on you. Go get a car wash!
[ Take that! ]