Jak had been off in space when suddenly she heard yelling coming from inside and the blond kid from earlier was being lifted by his shirt. When Cyril calmed down enough to drop Fionn on the floor, Jak was already on her feet and gritting her teeth. She loathed fighting, and she saw no reason for it here and now. Fionn came back outside and sat down. Jak stormed inside, quickly covering the ground between her and Cyril and stared him straight in the eye right before pulling back her hand and aiming a punch at his face. There was no hesitation, no error in her stance, and only rage.
"Like you have room to talk!" Jak yelled. "Here you are yelling at us for growing up in a town where nothing ever happens and so we didn't ever have to fight! You're acting like you're so high and mighty when the same fucking thing will happen to you if you fight! You were taken down so damn quick that I was surprised that you had the guts to tell us that we don't stand a chance. If you're so worried about dying, then just walk out the damn door now, because you clearly don't have the will or resolve to be here."
When she was done, she turned on her heel and walked back outside to sit down next to Fionn. "Sorry about that, I have little patience for people who only whine," she stretched back and reached into her duffel bag. There were a couple extra popsicles stored in her lunchbox, she pulled them out and offered one to Fionn. "Here," she said, "it's sea salt ice cream. It's good, and I think we all need to calm down after something like that. I mean, this is all pretty crazy, but some people need to handle it a bit better." her comment was pointed at Cyril, but she couldn't care less if he was even listening.
She started on her popsicle, mildly upset with herself for losing her temper like that. It wasn't something that would help Cyril be her friend, but it was the hard truth. If he didn't like it, then he shouldn't be here. All she heard him do was whine or yell, and in her opinion, they'd already committed themselves to this mafia junk. There was no backing out now, and there wasn't anywhere else she wanted to be. In fact, when this was over, she never wanted to go home. It would mean her mother would know that Jak had lied to her. Which would probably mean another lecture about how she 'didn't know anything' or 'that she needed to come right home right away'. Not to mention, Jak hoped she wouldn't have to take the guns home. She didn't know how she'd explain taking guns home after baseball practice.
