[a pinprick of annoyance at those words. at the thought that there were people out there who actively didn't want her to throw herself headfirst into danger. that's a different feeling, and she isn't quite sure what to make of it. what does one do with the knowledge that there are people who would be upset if she died?]

[it's like another knife to the chest, and she visibly flinches]

Hey! First off.

[jabs a finger at him]

I'm totally not throwing my life away. I don't have a death wish, and I'm way more capable than you think. Second--

[jabs two fingers at him]

Your opinion is one loooong lecture about why I'm not being reasonable. [yeah, that's what she's going with] And I'm bad at adhering to "reason."

[FOR REASONS HE SHOULD KNOW]

. . . anyway. Man. Dog. You know the drill. Don't wait up for me.

[and with that, she turns on her heel to leave]