Here’s from Crimson Wind:
The man was shaking as he stabbed the air in front of her face with his finger. He might need it broken to teach him a lesson in manners. Course she was in the middle of stealing his car. He might deserve some leeway for that.
“You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson.”
He flicked his cigarette butt at her. Max batted it aside.
“You know,” she said, “the pointing was rude, but I let that pass because I can see how you’d be upset. I mean, sure, the world is going to hell in a handbasket and you’re probably going to die screaming any day now, but I get that seeing someone steal your car would make you mad enough to lose your manners. But the cigarette? That’s just uncalled for.”