Darcy doesn't look up from the onions she's dicing. Her tone matches; entirely neutral on the side of bored or tired.

"She came in here and ruined a couple of solid hours of cleaning, yes it was a big reaction to something minor, no I'm not sorry, no I won't apologise to her, she got off easy, I gave her plenty of chances to walk away before she got her face smacked in, she has repeatedly insulted me and people I care about with no apology ever, including about things I can't change- like, you know, me being dead- and I don't care however the hell she's put it to you to make her seem like she's in the right. She has pushed me to my Goddamn limit for the last time and she's lucky that I haven't punched her before I did, or that I didn't do worse. No I'm not getting anyone else involved, I just want her to leave me alone and stop thinking she can get away with talking shit to whoever she wants. Does that cover everything?"