[ For some reason that sets off her temper completely. If she had something to throw at his head, injuries be damned, it would already be on its way. As it is, fury is writ large and clear on her face, her hands balled up into fists as she glares him down. As it is, fire and electricity spark and curl around her arms, though she keeps it under control. ]

You -- what's wrong with you? How can you keep treating this like a joke? Luke hasn't said two words since he woke up and you just sit there with a smile on your face! Why?!