Clarice just stood there for a while. What went through her head was kinda hazy, seeing as it were all in a shade of red. A gator usually got red thoughts once they had a pray sprawling in their mouth. That's when all the death rolls and all that started to kick in. However, there was several more things that could trigger such a feeling. One such thing had just occurred. Leaving the cleaver at the table she took off through the ship, looking through the rooms with a nasty determination that could make a blood hound cry in shame. As she heard Axel's voice through the door to Vira's room, she took a deep breath and counted to ten...<br/><br/>It didn't work like some would have made her believe. Instead of proceeding in a calm manner, she raised her leg and with the strength of a charging rhino she kicked the door in. Her face was the scariest part. Usually when she was angry she looked like a demon, as if she had suddenly grown horns and fangs, ready to rip a new one into you if you so much as moved. But this time, that wasn't the case. There was an apt seriousness, a calm furiousness that had grown unchecked into something that was as tranquil as a gator lying in ambush on a baby fawn. The irony wasn't lost on her, but at the moment she wasn't one to snicker at it.<br/><br/>"Axel, what da heck is ya problem?" she said calmly as she took a step in over the door "Ain'tcha out of ya friggin ass yet? Haven'tcha taken dat wrench of yours and twisted ya stinkin head out of dat puckered ass of yours?!"<br/><br/>Her voice raised with every step she took towards the man. Every step seemed to make the very foundations of space and time hide away, because it seemed like it took forever before she finally reached him.<br/><br/>"It ain'tcha ship, bub. It nevah was and nevah will be, 'cuz it belongs to all of us. If ya wants some stinkin food around 'ere, ya better listen up good now, bouy, 'cuz Ah do believe we have ourselves a fucking PROBLEM!!"<br/><br/>The wall next to his head buckled under the sheer force of the punch, sending some bolts and rivets darting across the room. She was just about this close to kill the smug bastard. He'd always been, but this time he had gone too far. It was about now that the image had actually sunken in.<br/><br/>"Why's thar a nekkid gal in ya room, Vira?"