[ The thing with Clix and basically everything she does is that she doesn't take it seriously. She's been put in far worse situations without even feeling concerned about her well-being, even if she certainly should. So the very capable killing machine holding her by her shirt close enough to smell the blood on him? Not a concern.

Clix rises an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. ]

Really? It figures. But I don't know, man. We were in the middle of this big, bad raid, and suddenly I'm here. I'm pretty sure he's around somewhere, being a lot less violent than you.

[ And she gives his forearm a light tap. ]

So, are you going to do something, are you going to let go or do I need to hurt you? I really like this shirt.