Of course I am. It takes more than an angry woman with a ridiculously big anime gun to scare a Temporal Engineer.
You're lucky. She's usually a better shot. At least she didn't bean you with a Batarang. I told her to back off, by the way.
That was not necessary. I can handle myself. I'm a trained professional.
So why are we holding this conversation in a broom closet? And why were you sitting in the corner, rocking and repeating the words: "Easy Squeezy Lemon Peezy."
Meditation. And before you ask that's green tea on the floor and all over my pants....
