[the hissing of the voice is more steam than cat, now, and pure malice]

You think to patronize me? That you would not be made to regret letting me go? Even Abhorsen never had the nerve for that.

Chain me to that excuse for a team, ply me when I hardly have the memory to refuse if I wanted to—

[lashes for her eyes, aiming to distract more than damage but... not avoiding damage.]