[ Her aristocratic, haughty, holier-than-thou anger fades into something less noble as he speaks; by the time he reaches the end of that diatribe, she just looks a bit crabby. And she runs her hand through her hair when he's done, mussing it. Kitty Jones, officially a marshmallow; give her a bit of something that might make you seem remotely pitiable and it stirs the softness in her tender spiky little heart. ]

I meant rude people, actually. Because you were ridiculously rude to me with no reason. So please don't do that again.

[ And then a little sigh. ]

Look - if you really do save lives, then yeah, okay. That's what matters. But you know that it almost never happens that people offer something for nothing. You know that it's logical to be suspicious.