Something thumps against the inside of Twozias's mask. "Oh god fucking-- I'm sticking my tongue out at you. Just so you know." What is she, five years old? Well, that's technically true, but still. "And hey, I'm not the one doing the mass emotion purge! She's the one who put all that shit on me! I'm just giving it all back so she gets a taste of what I've been dealing with all these years!" There's a pause. "Well, uh. Giving most of it back, anyways," she mutters.