The ass hadn't even the decency to turn around and look at her.

[I]"Here to chastise me?" he replied flippantly, not that anything she'd say would make a difference.[/i]

"No," She said evenly, ignoring his attempt to dismiss or rile her, "I just don't think you realize the severity of the situation you have so blithely put us in."

Since he wasn't looking at her, the only warning he had as to her temper was the rumbling roll of her accent leaking into her voice. Three bloody steps and she was behind the chair, and grabbing the seat she yanked it around it's swivel. 

The moment Noah faced her she punched him. In the throat. Hard enough to throw him from the chair. 

As much as she had wanted to, she'd refrained from punching him in the face. While breaking his nose would be satisfying, it would do more damage to her hand than it would his arrogant face- while this would hurt so much more. She hoped he choked on his bruised esophagus for a good long time. 

"Get out." Viva said, looking down on him with anger and disgust on her face, that white hot rage burning in her eyes, asking him to stand up so she could hit him again. She wasn't a heavy hitter, but she knew the weak points that would hurt and incapacitate and how to turn them to her advantage. Noah was also injured, and she would not shy away from grinding her bloody bootheel into his wounds for good measure. 

"Get out," She stated again, "Go clean up the mess you've made of the Lucidae."

She would not be lifting a finger. Not to clean up the blood, not to move one box of Nth out of sight. He was lucky she wasn't blasting him and all of those blasted drugs out the airlock. Only the fact that they were most certainly being followed, and that they would continue to be followed until they passed off this god-forsaken cargo, was sparing Noah and the Nth from her wrath and the cold void of space.