Alice's eyes continued to burn holes in her. But she sighed again, finally closing them. "I...understand what you're saying. I'm just a bit stubborn and proud, and I don't like tricks." She rubbed her forehead, taking another deep breath to try and calm herself. "I need to figure out how to turn it off...before your tits disable me again." She added a weak smile, trying to force herself into a better mood. This was not exactly the wakeup call she wanted, but perhaps it would be for the best.<br/><br/>"I still haven't forgiven you, and I swear to your god if you trick me again you will regret it. I don't care what opinion you have of me. If you think I'm weak, or green, or naive. I have been through hell and survived, and I know damn well I am not a pushover. I want that made clear." Her voice was stern, but most of the anger had faded. She knew who she was, and though she didn't know as much about this line of work as she needed to she was no fresh pup.<br/><br/>Letting out another breath she turned forward to what they were looking at. "Are we going to try tonight, or are we just observing?" Her emotions were bothering her. She shouldn't be this riled up at her. She should be giving her thanks. Yet her blood boiled anyway. All she was able to do was glance over again, and lightly put her real hand on her shoulder. Her silent way of speaking.