Megumi went right ahead and poked, completely irate by this point and not caring what the hell he'd try next. Her heart was pounding and her face was flushed bright red with anger, but she couldn't shake his godforsaken grip on her. "There, now get your hands. Off. Of. My. Person! You son of a dog. I'd rather be handcuffed to Shinomori Aoshi than be carried around like your personal bag of rice."

"You look like you're about to vomit," she added, noting his sweating and his complexion becoming rather bluish-gray as he leaned dangerously forward. Was he swallowing? Was he moving towards her? Oh, no! How disgusting! "Don't-- don't you dare do it on me," she stammered, objecting. "I'll make you sorry you ever saw the light of day."