[Did she go too far again? Perona turns her head as if to scoff, and chews her lower lip again. She's so sick and tired of being scolded. She's not a child, damnit, and she's just about had it with being treated like one by people older or stronger than her. Her place? Her place can be wherever the hell she wants it to be! Arrogant piece of--....tch, whatever. He can do what he likes then. If it ends him, all the better for her. One less headache to deal with.]

Do not speak down to me, Commander. [She doesn't need a bad mood to take with her to where she'll be staying.]

...You can do as you like, but keep your wits about you is all I ask. And make it so that your bothersome little games don't begin to affect me as well. I have no plans to move out permanently, and I'll personally see to it you've a dent in that thick skull of yours if I truly must make such plans.