““You?” Jane fixed her with a furious glare. “You came here to apologise? For what?” Winter shifted uncomfortably. “For feeling the way I did… I guess.” Jane paused then ran one hand back through her hair tugging at the spiky tufts. “Fuck! Brass balls of the fucking Beast! Carice the Saviours cock with bells tied around the tip.” Having apparently run out of profanity she put one hand over her mouth and shook her head. “You were going to apologise.” Jane crossed the room in two quick steps and sat cross legged at Winters feet. “You thought you had to apologize to me?””