Storming into the penthouse, you made a beeline for your desk, rifling through the draws and muttering angrily under your breath. Vox followed your movements with wide eyes, tentatively approaching you as you pulled out a pistol, holding his hands up in an attempt to reassure you. You weren’t aiming it at him - nor did you intend to - but when your mood was as this foul, there was no telling.

“Okay, my dear, let’s take a breather.”