If she just ran he’d probably follow her. Or just shoot her with some sort of… cyber net… thing.
“Yeah, well.” She was clenching her fists to stop herself shouting again. “What are you? Head of the loss police?”
Jeez, her quips were rusty.

“You’re extremely witty."
“Why are you sorry girlie?" "You weren’t Galactus trying to eat my crib were you?" "Kids still say crib in this...
Oh. Rikki deflated, arms dropping to her sides. ”… I… jeez. Sorry. I- … sorry.“