Even amused, Stacia only had so much patience, especially in the face of someone digging into defiance mode. Put her too much in the mindset that earned her the nickname Stops-the-Stupid. She rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air.

"Why would I-- Fine, I get it, you're a dumbass who relies entirely on his stupid haircut and generic bad decisions to convince people he's scary and throws a little baby tantrum if anyone so much as sniffs at the edges of it. Want to know how I know that? Because you're still standing there blustering even though I've told you over and over again nothing about you scares me. I don't know if it's because you're an idiot or because you're afraid of me."

Her words had teeth in them, and there was fire raging in her eyes. She took a deep breath and reined both back in.

"I'm going to guess it's the latter. Look. I don't know anything about who you are or where you're from, but I can tell that you're not one of my people, which means it's not my job to keep you in line. And, historically, when my people get involved in things that aren't their jobs, it fucks shit up. So unless you get your kicks hurting people? I don't care. You can go sit in your corner of the elevator and I'll sit in mine and we can wait for someone to fix shit in silence. Or you can take a swing at me, see how that works out for you."