"Someone's a sourpuss," she grunted, scowling a bit and gesturing vaguely to herself. "I've been traveling for months trying to find you and all you have to do is grouse and complain? That's not cool. I look fuckin' badass. Acknowledge it or I'll crush your stupid face in," she growled with a low note of warning. They both knew it wasn't true - she was as careful as she could tolerate being when it came to Ed - but that didn't mean she wouldn't make his life hell.

"If your magic isn't working then work around it. Learn to be a normal dweeb for like five minutes and don't kill yourself overthinking it. Shit, Ed, I didn't have my abilities my whole life. People manage. We'll get you out of here and somewhere your magic does function. I mean unless magic is a euphemism for your libido, I don't know why you've gotta pout about it."

No sympathy, man. None. You didn't acknowledge her badassery.