She grimaces, suddenly defensive. She'd be defensive about the metal in general, but suddenly it seems of more dire import. How did he find out? She never told him about it. (He's seen her walk around in a tank-top enough times that he's got to have noticed it, but the thought doesn't cross her mind through a red mist of rage.)

"How did you know about that?" She hisses, "have you been going through my shit, too? Jesus."

She turns her back on him as she helps Daniel up, helping him stagger to the door.