They're drawing enough onlookers now that if they tried. At least the blood is washing away some of the burn from her mouth.

"You stole Willa's childhood from her, and unlike me, you knew what you were doing. Insult me all you want, but don't ever try to tell yourself you're better than me in any way," she mutters, and turns her back on him, flipping him off while spitting out more red-salted blood.