There it is again, the spike of rage so intense she can't quite keep it from momentarily reaching her eyes. As before, the knowledge that she was in the middle of a functional fortress full of metalbenders is the only thing that keeps her from responding with immediate violence. But she takes a deep breath, and she plasters the false smile back on her face again, speaking with venomous sweetness.
"What an insulting question."
After a moment, she shrugs and adds, "I know she did. He was soft, like her."
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"What an insulting question."
After a moment, she shrugs and adds, "I know she did. He was soft, like her."