"Make me."
Make her.The mere taunt from Elizabeth alone made his nerves twist and sing with thefaint, and unwelcome, twang of anger. His hands, almost on cue, became clammywith his surfacing aggravation. “Makeyou?” He repeats, sounding almost in disbeliefdespite the challenging and quizzical look upon his features. He unfurled hisfists and stepped forwards, closing the distance between the two. Bruce now stood a mere few steps fromElizabeth. Although it was an act of intimidation, he wouldn’t take it furtherunless he needed to.“I asked you to put that down—adding theunstable component to the device will get more people hurt; you will hurt civilians! …You’re - you’re working for a mad-man.” Histone was clipped and wound tight with his surfacing nerves and anger; he wasn’tgoing to let his mounting anger best him.
…Orlet her finish building the device, for that matter.