"Can we please stop talking about the cow?" Adam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, leaning back in the chair.
"It was..." Melissa attempted to start again, leaning forward from where she was sitting on the sofa in his home office.
"I said stop," he snapped, opening his eyes to glare at her. She glared back completely unintimidated, and part of him wanted to applaud her for that. Too many people quailed when he snapped, and given what she likely believed about him--most of which was probably true--the fact that she didn't back down was admirable. It also made his head hurt, and part of him wanted to beg Mohinder to finish up the tests on Elle more quickly so he could send the chit back to Nathan to deal with.
"Why?" she asked, crossing her arms. "It's an important issue, both for the security of your little fortress here and for the general health of your people."
"It was a loose cow, Melissa," he said with a sigh. "It's been taken care of."
"It was sick," she argued.
"It's been taken care of," he repeated.
"How?"
( Adam dropped his hands and stared at her for a long minute. )