"Whoa, hey, easy." Atchmon tried to calm the drama queen, placing a hand on her withers. "Don't worry about that, it's okay, I mean sure words hurt, but it's not like they're a- a weapon of mass destruction, or anything. So, you know, water under the bridge, and all that." He gave her a reassuring half-smile, before returning his attention to cooking the kebab in his other hand.