"You think you're the only intelligent person here. Ever think maybe you're not the only one who's ever seen it? Maybe they've seen it. Maybe they value me more than they value you and your friends and more than they value those spineless porkswords I fucking work with. Know the difference between me and them? I speak up, I stay on their asses, I get results. Remove me, maybe your workload goes down, but then, so do the solved cases in this shithole and you're right back at square one, genius."<br/><br/>She held her chin with a slight tilt, as if to keep the last bit of dignity in tact, though the red handprint that likely now branded the side of her face wasn't something easily hidden when she returned to her desk. That much only spurred her irritation further.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah. I'll get the fuck out. I would be happy to oblige."<br/><br/>She turned before he could launch a response and slammed the door behind her, stalking out of the lab at a breakneck pace for her office. Though in her mind this situation was different, nothing like the screaming matches they'd gotten into countless times before, everyone around her saw it as just another typical 'Marion versus the nerds" episode that usually ended in such a tumultuous bang. Nobody looked looked up until they heard her office door crash shut behind her.