She was remarkably calm on the surface. For a moment, the machine simply stared at him, watching him as his temper and panic escalated. She was immoveable and unyielding, not so much as flinching despite the twinge of annoyance that steadily worked its way through her circuits. There were few things Danger hated more than being commanded to do anything -- especially by a man. Apparently her issues with patriarchal authority figures had yet to be worked out.

Despite his grip on her -- no human strength was a match for her own -- she moved to set that pristine device back down into its box, if only to prevent it from being damaged. If broken, the little thing would be useless to either of them. Only then, with the tablet nested back into its place, did she speak.

Her words were sharp. Precise. Dangerously quiet and clearly a threat.

"I am giving you a single opportunity to reconsider what you have said to me, Doctor."