"What the fuck does the Veil matter here?" There's anger and pain and a million other conflicting emotions wrapped up in her sharp retort.

"Why should I give a fuck about the Veil? I might as well be fucking dead. Besides, there's no Delirium here. People have seen my warform and it doesn't do shit to them. Aside from like, you know, it being normally fucking horrifying to a human's fucking monkeybrain, it doesn't make them go fucking catatonic or whatever." Kenzie snarls, starting to stalk back and forth like she's caged, but she's not ready to fight this guy. Not yet.

"My pack is fucking dead, my family is fucking dead. I was drinking myself to death trying to decide if I was going to crawl back and be the ahroun who let her pack fucking die or go back in there and kill leeches until I died too and then I got a way out of that shit. So. So fuck you if you think you can fucking judge me." She's... kind of assuming a lot about being judged here but that's Kenzie for you.