Sunshine's jaw dropped. She felt her face go from excited to completely dumbfounded in two seconds. "A fistfight? Nimo, are you serious? Is that what people are saying? Do they really believe that I could fist fight a pregnant woman?"
"The rumors are moving faster than a speedster on caffeine," Nimo said, leaning against a workbench. "I heard you tackled her, yet she was visibly heavily pregnant, and you promised to kill her. She is in the medic bay sobbing her eyes out and wailing about how you killed her son and now you have attacked her. She did not mention specifics, but people are drawing their own conclusions."
"I should have slapped her then!" Sunshine shouted, throwing her hands up in frustration. "She slapped me, I didn't hit her back because she's pregnant, and Sheldon yelled at her! That's it! How do people turn a ten-second interaction into a wrestling match. As for Ophelia, I am only giving her a pass because she is pregnant, hormonal and grieving. If she wasn't..."
