[ The sound of an egg shattering is a particularly wet, squishy sound. A crack and then a squelch loud enough that it catches the attention of quite a few people. He doesn't approach at first, but some time after, once she's been backed down from cracking them, someone speaks up from leaning against a surface. She's probably familiar enough given the outburst on the plane, but he isn't. ]

Didn't it feel good? I wonder how much angrier she will be, knowing that at least one will not survive. It's a shame we can't destroy more.

[ are you tired of being nice? don't you want to go apeshit? ]