She pursed her lips tightly at her fellow recruit's retort. She didn't like his snarky tone, and she was certainly frustrated that he was standing too far away for her to be able to punch or kick to adjust his attitude. But whether it was his place to reprimand her or not, he was right and she knew it. She'd bitten off more than she could chew, and she was lucky she'd lived to learn from it. She certainly wasn't about to admit it, though.
Just as quickly she rolled her eyes and snorted derisively. "Whatever," she shot back, waving him off with a flick of her good wrist. "They just got a lucky shot in, and they didn't finish the job 'cause I'm still breathing. I get so much as a whiff of them again, I'll smoke 'em."
