Marina's reaction to a hand slamming her over mouth was instantaneous. She had grown up in the slums of Haiti. She had learned to fight early, both for defense and attack, and she didn't let anyone push her around. The hand went across her mouth and Marina's own hand moved quickly to meet it, wrapping around his wrist and twisting as she brought it down. There was a crack of bone and she snapped, "don't you dare touch me!" Her voice wasn't quiet anymore. "Not after I find out your declarations of love just a week ago in my bed were full of shit because you're already planning your wedding!"