"Bel... I'd be grateful for your apology. Really I would. But you were in predator mode, and I smelled like victim."

She looks down. "Okay, I always smell like victim. I know that. But it was worse that day, and... if I'd been stronger, you might have been able to control it. Waving my fear in your face... you're no more expected to ignore that than I would expect an alligator to ignore a lump of meat waved in its face."