E L E C T R I C
He wasn't shooting at her, he wasn't even throwing something at her - in fact the biggest threat she was getting out of him now was the intimidation of his anger enunciated through his shout. If she wasn't so thoroughly pissed off she would've just kept walking, but getting her way for the last dozen years instilled a certain sense of privilege in her that demanded she meet his angry shouting with her own. "Where am I going? Anywhere that isn't with you, you karking sexist pig!" She practically screamed, turning abruptly with an expression that seemed to mix anger and surprise - surprise in his question, if anything. "I've never met someone get handed exactly what they want on what must be a silver platter and still manage to kark it up as badly as you!"
Emotions.
Well, they ran pretty high in her, or at least they did when her temper flared - she never would've made it as a Jedi, that's for sure, though probably not just because of her tendency for a more emotive response, that telekinetic toss earlier was about the extent of her more practical repertoire with the force. He held her at gun point, she submitted but still he wanted more; she followed along, went where he wanted, and still he wanted more. If he had enough brain cells to string a handful together he might've realized where things might've been going, though he might've developed a conscience at that point, but to her disappointment he insisted on demanding things from her, at this point things that she wasn't even remotely willing to entertain, as if she wasn't already giving him almost everything he had been asking for up until that point.
"What the feth do you even want from me? Money, is that is? I'll just send you credits if you keep your disgusting hands away from me."
"Or, what, you want to see something you shouldn't? I'll have my photographer mail you whatever you want if you just leave me alone."
If she had sounded heated before, then her temper had her on fire now.
Lok Xiangu
