“Oh,” Gretchen said. “You’re getting emotional on my behalf again.” It had happened before, and each time it did, it delighted Gretchen. Marconi slumped back in her seat, like her strings had been cut. “The nonreaction is freaking me out.” “You barely react when I threaten people with violence, and yet it’s the fact that I’m not about to kill someone that’s troubling you?” Gretchen checked. “Well when you put it like that, I sound—” “Let’s go with irrational, shall we?” Gretchen cut in.
