Shut up, both of you! [Her voice echoes and amplifies in the small room, stern but cool. God, she has really reached her limit with men.] You're acting like complete children.

[To Apollo, ] Just quit while you're barely ahead, and stop making things worse.

[Then, to Kovacs, her head whipping around towards him, ] And you. Punching windows, championing genocide, acting like an infant who won't mind his babysitter. Is there something you get out of all this? Is there something fun about pissing off everyone you're trapped here with?