There was not a single thought behind what she did, not a moment's consideration as her hand shot out snake quick, and slapped Ethan full across the face. Her palm stung with little prickles as it dropped back to her side, but she ignored that utterly. In this single moment, Bree's whole body shook with rage, and a range of emotions she didn't even know had a names. 

"Go [i]fuck[/i] yourself," she snarled, grey eyes flashing like the steely roiling clouds of an oncoming thunderstorm.

"Go fuck yourself, you selfish, self-absorbed goddamned man-child!" she hissed, ignoring the quick glances of passers-by who turned away just as quickly. No one liked to watch a lover's spat after all - well, at least not out in the open where they could be seen gawking. 

"Do you really think I didn't have some time to think about that on the drive here, how impossibly strange it would be to have you around again? How the hell I'd ever explain your presence to the other agents? Do you [i]really[/i] think I haven't thought about the fact I'm probably going to lose my job for this - or worse? Not everyone can just walk out of a jail, you know." At first Bree had been incredulous, furious at Ethan's reaction to her desperate plea. Now, in the space of seconds, she could feel the bitterness roll through her, heavy and ugly - but it was still better than the despair she knew was right around the corner.

"Someday Ethan, when you finally grow up, you might realize there are things in this world bigger than you. That there are some things worth laying it all on the line, [i]for no better reason than it's the right thing to do.[/i]" Bree flexed the hand she'd slapped him with, her lip curling with disgust.

"Lose everything you built? Everything you love? Psh... The only thing you have to love is [i]you.[/i] Have at it. I'll just get back to doing my job, and pray to God I don't somehow manage to trip over my own feet like the Keystone Cop I am. Hell, I couldn't even keep Victor alive, and get these sick bastards shut down for good. You're right Ethan, why fuck up a [i]moment[/i] of your precious life, when the poor kid's as good as dead in my 'incapable' hands, right?" Bree could feel the tears or rage and helplessness begin to prick at the corner of her eyes, and whirled on her heel from the green-eyed man to stalk away before they could fall. She'd be good and damned if she let that bastard see her cry.