Ashley bites back words. Ones about of course fucking not because everyone loves Helen Magnus and Ashley is just baggage to her mother's life. Not that she thinks her mother believes that but she isn't taking bets on those beyond her mother who may or may not feel that way.

And then here's Druitt. Someone who, by those very words, makes it clear how she fits into that equation. Expendable. Worth less than his life. Just something he mother cares about enough to use for leverage.

She's not even seeing the world around them in that moment. Zeroed in on Druitt, blind with rage and pain and an anger she pretends she doesn't feel within her so much of the time. Not even thinking about it in a logical fashion. All rage in every blow, every strike, pushing hard into an aggressive, violent offensive in a petty, desperate need to hurt him as much as those words hurt her.