[Revy's not in the mood for a good giggle -- but then again she rarely is. Especially when it's at her own expense.]

Fuck you!

[She slams the cabinet door shut and whirls around, pointing an indignant finger at him.]

Maybe you're too scared of skeeters to go out into your own backyard, city slicker, but I have no problem hoofin' it if I have to.

[Revy, you're from goddamn Manhattan and you live in Roanapur. You really shouldn't be knockin' Isamu for being an urban kid.]