In the end, it's Tom's voice that snaps Molotov out of it. She doesn't even hear the quip about how angry she is, how much she's let this girl get under her skin.

Molotov takes a step back and nods, breathing a little hard. With the blinders of anger gone, she can feel the throbbing of her middle, the soreness of her fist. She wraps her arm around her waist, clutching at her side, then leans against a table.."You take her, I need to sit down."