Dalia was about to scream at them again, but thought better of it. "Why don't the two of you<span style="font-style: italic">angels</span>stop preaching about what you're<span style="font-style: italic">going</span>to do and actually<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>something about it?" she asked them, allowing all her frustration and fatigue get the best of her. "At least when I worked freelanced, the demons actually put up a real fight."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Getting touchy are we?</span>She would show them her definition of touchy if they kept this immature whining up.