"Fuck you." Again, right to the foul mouth. "I already have. I'm fucking twelve." Granted, he really hadn't yet, not much anyway. He was a late bloomer, but he'd deny it to forever. He was on the tail end of to many 'little boy' jokes from the shipmates. He wasn't going to take it from some girl.

He balled his fists again and stomped towards the B wing.