She just sat there watching him leave, her hands clenched into fists at her side.  Some days she hated the military, and this was one of those days.  Rising she walks over to her discarded towel and wipes the sweat from her brow and neck.  She could already feel a migraine coming on, and she wished she could just shoot something.  She would teach whomever had leaked that video that she wasn't someone to mess with, they would pay, and preferably with their lives; although she knew it wouldn't go that far, but hell whoever they where didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>She didn't even want to think about the Admiral, his words only made her feel oddly defensive, like at any moment she would explode and say things that she didn't even understand.  But for now he had given her something to work off her anger, and she would do it to the best of her abilities.  Smirking she saunters out of the gym.  First she would shower and put on something a little more intimidating, second she would head down to the Quartermasters office for a bottle of 100 proof rum.  And than she would head down to inflict a little justice on the captive.<br/><br/>After she was done with that she would work on the idiot who leaked the vid, than the report on the reactor, and than she would kick Ansems ass.<br/>