"You're really an idiot," Isabelle crosses her hands over her chest, "Are you trying to get yourself killed, you ass? You could've been buried alive and I'd have to spend hours digging you out!"
"I'm surprised you care that much, Izzy. Most people would rejoice if I died, and half the time I would be sure you'd be one of them." Tom turns away from her, determined to remain obstinate. He didn't need her worry or her lectures. "It really wasn't that bad. It was a calculated move, did I perhaps miscalculate? But it worked fine in the end."