Zoe is starting to wonder if she's not in a cell with a madman, the way he's staring at his clenched fists before he snaps. Then again, maybe he associates fist-clenching with a little something of his own, like her with programming in V-World.

"I thought you knew," she points out, with raised eyebrows, and shifts her weight a little to make for better balance, ready for it in case he decides to take his newfound anger out on her. She hopes the skin job is as strong as they meant it to be. Just in case. "Fury the asshole and all that."