When her anger got the better of her, she was hard to stop. Though she'd been fighting and changing some habits here, others just couldn't be erased. The days that had followed Chloe's attack had not eased her temper but only fueled her forward. This was something that she couldn't let stand and she wanted to send the message that she was off limits.

She closes her eyes when he starts to scold her for the decisions and her apparent lack of judgment. This was something she did know how to face, an argument with Jesse. It was familiar and despite that she was having her faults pointed out to her it felt safe and real.

Turning to him she grits her teeth. "I thought about those things, but give me some credit, I know how to work around the cats. If you make too much noise or draw attention to yourself they pick up on it, I did neither of those things. I made it quick and covered my tracks." It had been quick, they'd woken with her hand over their mouths and the look of fear made her smile, she was so tired of living at their mercy. Then taking a sharp knife, she silently slit their throats, messier but quieter than a shotgun.