Sullivan's as entirely unphased by all the scratches as he was by her anger explosion. He simply patiently waits while she pulls herself back together. When she tells him to, he releases her and takes a step back. It's only then that he bothers surveying the damage done. It's nothing terrible but his dress shirt got a little bloody along the way. "That was a new shirt."

The scratches get something resembling an approving chuckle. "Not bad, sweetheart, not bad at all. You'll want to go for the eyes though."