"Louise? Kind of done with your shit over here. When I want to go in and do something, it's reckless. When you want to, it's because there's clearly no danger. When I want to analyze the situation and proceed with caution, I'm being senselessly paranoid. When you want to, it's because you're being tactical. So, yeah, fuck you. You got me killed, and somehow you still know how to proceed in this situation because...why, exactly?"
I give her the finger.
"You do not make decisions for me. We talk until we reach a consensus. Now, get your ass back over here. It doesn't have to be a knife. The fact that you don't think it should be a knife does not mean we can't find some kind of reflective object."