The small flick of Tempest’s ears was the only indication that she was surprised by her action. But far from backing down, she stepped up onto the table as well to meet her halfway, eyes locked with hers. It was a good front, a great one even, but the cracks were starting to show: there was a small tremble to her lip, and her eyes lacked the hard edge from before, using false anger as a poor substitute for the determination she held prior to the fight with Anonymous.