[Almost more than his asking her, the fact that Tycoon checks away from her fire is what gets through her anger. In her professional (ha) opinion, she would never have hit him, but... was he worried she would? Or... maybe he thought that she would just indiscriminately blast everything? That thought takes the top edge off her rage, although certainly not enough to cool her head.]

Then I'll keep you covered. I'm... too mad to focus on looking for clues. [She's quiet a second; her voice is tight.] I need a break. But I can't calm down. I'm... they're in my head, and I'm all wound up. If I stop now, I'm just gonna sit down and cry. This is. Better than that.

[But something does occur to her, and her eyes narrow as she looks at Tycoon again. She's grateful for him covering him, but...]

Wait. Why were you here when I came in?