"What question?" She was calming down a little, at least enough to think a little more clearly. However, she still felt like the angry teenager, and resisted the urge to look away in a pout. Instead she kept her eyes locked firmly on him, as if she were trying to silently communicate that she wasn't afraid of him. That wasn't really true, but she had learned early on never to let on she was afraid when she was in a fight.