[If Shell things he can get walk away that easy he's got another thing coming. As soon as he stands she's standing with him, her chair being pushed out of the way with a shove. A sharply nailed hand grabs one of Shell's wrists, her grip tight. Oh no, Shell isn't going anywhere.]
Don't brush me off like that. I won't have you of all people looking down on me.
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Don't brush me off like that. I won't have you of all people looking down on me.