Looking up at him as he looms over her, a muscle in her jaw tics. Other muscles tense minutely in an almost uncontrolled response to his attempt at intimidation. "Funny, we seem to recall actually telling you what our problem was without taking the bad mood out on you. But, if you insist.." There's a blur, and her hand is suddenly up, palm across the back of his neck in a gesture that, to anyone not standing under that grip, probably looks like a friendly gesture. "Alex, buddy, let's go have a chat. Outside, do you think? Yeah. We agree. So nice of you to suggest it."

Her thumb is resting just behind his earlobe, at the small juncture where the skull meets the jawbone, and it's pressing in awfully hard. Without waiting for an answer, she turns and begins walking outside. Krycek's choices at the moment are to follow or be pulled forward into what would amount to one spectacular faceplant.

(ooc: modded with permission via IM)