"You hurt me back there," she murmured. There, of course, being the Gallery. For a child of her (apparent) age, Mary could hold one hell of a grudge, it seemed. It was just as unhealthy for her as the nature of her relationship with Seth, and both things were poisoning her even worse than the drugs and the poison.

She flinched a little in surprise when the hit landed, but a grin quickly sprang to her lips at the same time. There was just something so satisfying about it. She needed to see him hurt.

"Do it again, do it again!"