[ The voice is distorted enough that doesn't recognize the speaker, but she sure hears the words. Mordred whirls, growling, and advances on Gray in all her tin can glory. ]
Hah? Try sayin' that to my face, jackass! [ She swings a fist at Gray, but it's slow; driven by annoyance rather than any true anger. ]
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Hah? Try sayin' that to my face, jackass! [ She swings a fist at Gray, but it's slow; driven by annoyance rather than any true anger. ]