Why not? It's in your name, isn't it?

[Her head tilts in response as well, though the movement is stuttering, like a clock's hands. The glow surrounding her is refracting through the suspended raindrops, casting odd scraps of light everywhere and making the space around them seem that much more surreal.]

Why shouldn't I crumble you for simply not watching your tongue, in a place where you can return from death? It could even be quick, if you're lucky!