"Away from you," is her first, immediate, unthinking answer. It's a testament to how scared she is that there isn't an insult on the end of that. Away from your ugly ass. She can almost hear herself say it.

But the thing is, that doesn't seem to work on this guy. Goading people on, that always worked on Dad and Matt, but it doesn't do shit here. It occurs to her, fucking idiot, that she ought to stop working off instinct. This asshole refuses to be riled.

What does he want? If he wanted to hurt her, he could have done it by now. She really, really hopes he doesn't want to drag it out. If she were smart, she should interrogate him back. Turn it around on him.

But like always, she opens her mouth and insults fall out. "I don't got shit here, so I'm leaving," she says, still scowling. "You want my social security number too?"