"Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?" / from cassian
Agent Flare had to admit that she was mildly impressed that Agent Whirlpool had the guts to even come up and ask her that. Unlike a cocky ass level iii, she would have bitten their head off. To Agent Whirlpool, mild respect with greater annoyance. She pushed down her sunglasses eyeing him up, before pushing them back up. She glances away. Her mind deciding what strategy was best to play here. Blunt and honest. Blunt but make him figure it out. Like hell, was she really that hard to fucking read. People around here should be able to tell her different levels of pissed off.
Sadly , most Agents thought with the same one brain cell they passed around. One that always deemed her eternally pissed. Agent Flare was proud to achieve. Yet, that was not in the slightest bit true. Everyone liked to see the worst, even when she was trying to help out. Fuck them. And fuck that. So her choice was easy, blunt and make Agent Whirlpool figure out.
"Asking, should be your first fucking hint," she informs the younger agent. He was one of the better agents she'd been paired up with. Not the best. Solo was best. Then here fellow soul fighter. Agent Whirlpool knew how to be rational and stay calm compared to some who really had the one shared brain cell around. "Second look inwards...what have you done that could have pissed me off. There is your answer."
Walking away slowly, hands shoved in her the pockets of her leather jacket,"You really only got yourself to blame if I'm pissed off at you."