She lets out a dry laugh, wisps of smoke heavy in the air around her. She waves them away, shifting to lean back against his dresser, studying him quietly a moment.

"You promised me you'd stay. After I fought like hell to get back from that fucking thing, after we both nearly died trying to get back here. You waltzed right back out on the streets and got yourself killed, and you don't understand why that might piss me off?" She takes another deep drag, her fingers twitching as the anger starts to seize through her again. "Jesus, K, did you think I wouldn't care?"