Vector holds her gaze a minute longer, and yeah, he can tell that that had overshot the mark. Ah well, even experts make mistakes. He likes her attitude less and less, though -- too much arrogance there, too much been there done that so I can see right through you even though she knows nothing about him or his circumstances yet.

"......." It wants to make him angry, but somehow there is a calm reigning inside of him instead that makes it impossible for him to seriously care. Wasn't that what the break within the Emperors had boiled down to in the end as well? Vector had seen the danger heading their way years prior to the rest. But the others had refused to even consider taking it seriously until there was no denying anymore that their world was literally being torn apart and then it had been too late for their stupid heroics. "That's what the others said before too."

All the previous steam for confrontation he has had vanishes as he grabs the fabric of his cowl and pulls it back into place with a practiced swiftness. "Until the bomb dropped."