Now I truly do owe you an apology. I shouldn’t be using my gift without telling people. *sighs* I’m an empath, Mr Stark. So in a sense, yes, I do know you after a few minutes’ conversation.
No you don’t. I don’t care what kind of special power you have, you do not know me.
Ow. Can you please — your anger is so /loud/. Why are you so /angry/?
Why am I so angry? Because you flirt with my husband, pretend you never wanted anything, then claim you know me after a few minutes.
It’s so close to the surface. I can’t even — it’s like there’s nothing else /there/, you idiot! All I can taste is /anger/!
Hm, I wonder why that is?
No, look, people aren’t usually like that, okay? Surface, yes, but there should be other things under there, other threads framing it. I — you — hang on a second, will you? *turns away slightly, cups her hands, and calls a fireball the size of two fists into her palms*