Aaaand that was it. The last straw. After spending the night scared out of her wits and accompanied by a giant rotting canine-thing, being called stupid, and everything else that had been snowballing over the past few days, Rose had had enough. Having a flippant remark about the cause of her almost-death a few days before was just the icing on the cake and her normally mild temper exploded.

Impressive, really. It had taken Trevor almost a decade to piss her off this badly.

Maybe it was the unexpectedness of the emotion that had her reacting without thought, a need to vent all the frustration and fear and anger of the past week. More than likely, it was just that tone of his voice that had grated on her last nerve. Her fingers were curling into a fist even as she stood up and then her fist was swinging in a close arc directly for his face, faster than a human eye could follow.

She might hit like a girl, but at least she had enough strength to make up for it. Even if she did feel an ache of pain flare across her knuckles as her fist connected with his jaw. In her opinion, the pain was worth it. So was the look on his face that she relished for half a second.

"You," she stated succinctly, "are an ass."

Still fuming, she turned and cast a glance at Alaric, looking not at all remorseful over her flare of temper. "Enjoy the rest of your breakfast," she said, her voice sharp and short as she picked up her tray.

She cast one last scathing glance at Damon before stalking off towards the door