It got old..this lifestyle. They could never change it. They could never escape it. What you see is what you get. The body count keeps going up and up. Their chance for surviving one more day keeps plummeting. Sometimes, she just wanted a small piece of normalcy. Is that too much to ask? Ah hell, even Corbin would have to say that it was.
Couldn't she just have one hour, one minute, hell..one fleeting second of time that's not about death or dying. Or, even worse, having her love life (or lack thereof) spread around the compound. Why couldn't this discussion stay between the two of them? She wouldn't have blown her top if people could keep their opinions out of her relationship. So, yes, it was one joke too many. Those who listened in had enjoyed the exchange way too much.
Which meant that door got a wee bit broken. It wasn't the only thing that was broken. The bat creature she'd run into that fateful day sliced her arm open where it had grabbed her like rag doll in the air. Being the stubborn sort, Corbin had completely disregarded her own wound to tend to his needs and go on fighting. Time passed, the shit hit the fan and she still never took the time to tend to it. Part of her extreme mood swings could easily be the fever she'd try to hide. Or the pain she'd never admit to. Corbin didn't take kindly to weakness. Especially her own. The teasing had been the icing on the cake.