[She may love him but that doesn't exempt him from Bennett's violent thoughts. The more he rambles on, in his head and out loud, all she can imagine is stabbing him with the screwdriver that's laying out on the desk. Repeatedly. When she realizes that's where her thoughts have gone, she starts shouting in hopes that her voice will drown that out because the last thing her epic insecurity needs is an even more legitimate reason for Topher to just run out of fear for his life.]

No, that's not what I said! And-and I doubt either of us could be considered even remotely reasonable at the present moment. But sure, if you'd like to use more accurate descriptions of Alpha and Echo, here. The serial killer that you created and the borderline psychopathic activist that has nearly killed both of us.

So stop.

[Her voice trails off a bit at the end there because ow, her head. Even the somewhat dimly lit lab is making it worse and getting her nauseous.]