Finkelstein spluttered. "But, but you can't [i]do[/i] that, Jack! She belongs to [i]me[/i]! I [i]made[/i] her, I know what's [i]best[/i] for her!"

Carver waved the top edges of all six eye holes in such a way as to give an impression she was rolling them. "Oh please, you arguably don't even know what's best for [i]yourself[/i]." His comment bothered her, but she'd already fizzled out of energy to be particularly wrathful and Jack wouldn't let her get away with more violence anyway. So instead she settled for her usual defense mechanism: snark. "It's like you gave Jewel all the [i]functional[/i] parts of your brain, and kept all the useless parts in [i]your[/i] empty brainpan."