Watching Axe's hand swing upwards, Nit immediately recognized it as a sort of threat and in response gradually began baring their fangs, which totaled sixteen and could only be found at the very back of their mouth, though the sharp glass that lined up on the perimeter of their mouth made them look like they had an entire set. They snarled very audibly as Axe swiftly passed then, watching her without turning their head, and when she disappeared into her room they closed their mouth entirely, but they still appeared incredibly irritated, almost wary.<br/><br/>Marcial could not help but mumble from watching Nit appear so upset. At this point, he too was getting rather ill-spirited. Rather than stoop to Nit's level however, he instead focused on Scarlet when he spoke. Nodding to everything the boxer said, Marcial turned to leave for the front, but not before warning subtly,<span style="font-style: italic">"Fine, sir. I'll alert you if anything occurs."</span>Marcial spoke in a much sourer tone than what he was used to, clearly demonstrating his distaste for the situation. He then left to do his duties.<br/><br/>The still-petulant Nit shuddered as they felt Scarlet's arm come into contact with their body. Not being used to people touching them, disgusted by the action in fact, they yanked themselves away with strenuous force. For them, that was the final straw that broke the camel's back. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't you act... all peachy with me!</span>" Nit roared, looking up at the man with fierce rage.  "<span style="font-family: courier;">Damn straight it's... hard to communicate with... a human! All of you... act the same! So emotional, so stupid... Not even... sphinxes are as capricious... as you nitwits! And yet <span style="font-style: italic">you're</span> the... "normal" ones?! <span style="font-weight: bold">Bite me!</span></span>"<br/><br/>As they yelled one derogatory statement after the other, the minute and hour hands on Nit's face steadily inched towards the twelve mark, and by the time they finished their hands were mere minutes away from the alarm hand, where they would have surely snapped. Ironically, Nit was having a very difficult time controlling their anger; their breast grew and shrunk from their hyperventilating, and they were shaking like a madman. It was almost like they forgot who they were hurling all these comments at or what they were even doing here. Nit felt so sick to their stomach from yelling that they almost felt like puking or fainting, but the sensation was more like "fake nausea" in the sense that they never did either of those.