"Jesus fuck," Reese snapped as the ice cream slid down her face. She just stood there for a very long moment and then scowled. "Why the hell did you just hit me in the goddamn face with an ice cream cone? Good fucking morning to you, too."

Reese was crabby, she couldn't help it. Even after coffee, she was still annoyed and she still had no idea who was in her body or why this shit was going down. Christ. She managed to wipe her face off and then stood there trying to figure out what she was going to do with her hand.