"Good," Peridot grits out, trying to resist the urge to keep arguing with this guy. SHE DOESN'T MUCH APPRECIATE HIS TONE? Or how ungrateful he's being, since she designed this whole place for him and his teammates.

"You go do that then, and DON'T go flooding any ditches in the meantime," she reminds him. Her bright-green, crocodile eyes narrow, pupils contracting to mere slivers, and she growls: "I'll be watching."