Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

Just like that, many of his questions were answered.

Penn studied her silently as she replied. Her humor was gone, her demeanor altered, her tone cold. He apparently had pushed a button, though he wasn't entirely certain which one it had been. It was apparently a very big button, whatever it was. One that was evidently super easy to press. Or maybe it was just easy for him. He did so love thinking of himself as special.

"Wow. From zero to fuck off in 17 seconds," Penn replied calmly, "That might be a record for us."

Penn took a moment to sort through what he had said and back it against the response he'd received, looking for explanations between the lines. He had never been particularly good at this sort of thing. Sure, figuring out someone's trigger and how to pull it came naturally to him, and he had quite enjoyed doing it so many times in his life. But he was always a little confounded when he pulled it accidentally, and this was no exception.

"What part made you the angriest?" Penn asked, frowning slightly, "Was it the gallivanting or the reference to your appearance?"