Mattie blinked with mild surprise at Morrighan's reaction. Had she expected the MegaBitch 9000 to be shocked or even disgusted at her profane language? Well, of course; she expected just about everyone to be. But Morrighan was clutching her chest and wheezing like Mattie had given her heart palpitations or some ridiculous shit. She fell into a sullen silence, surprisingly, after being told to stop, but still she stared, for the time being unafraid, back at the piercing black eyes glaring at her. 

"You have strange powers." 

Mattie didn't know what that meant. She didn't [i]have[/i] any powers, and she wondered if Morrighan was trying to imply that Mattie's incredible roasting was more than a talent to be proud of. Either she'd hurt her little feewings more than she'd thought she would, or Gothtwat had a very subtle sense of humor. 

"I'm surprised you care so much about him [i]now[/i] as opposed to...[i]before[/i]," added Morrighan. It set Mattie off again. 

"Okay now you fuckin' Trader Joes shopping looking [i]skank,[/i] I would [i]love[/i] to ask if you've been stalking my personal life like some kind of goddamn pervert who carries an old film camera and considers himself a romantic. But I don't have fucking time for that. So if you don't want me to open a can of whoop-ass on your bony underfed excuse for a backside, then you had better tell me what you know."