[This time she almost does fall out of a tree, metal fingers scrabbling for a hand hold, her spare hand pressed to one temple as she glares and snaps back]

Calm down, idiot! Calm down and stop being so fucking emotional!

[Deep breaths. And ugh. She doesn't want to say things, but she doesn't want to feel like a bat is being taken to her head] So. What if I hate you? Do you want to make something of it? Is that why you're so curious?