She recoils backwards with the unexpected shock of Jim not immediately agreeing with her. Now, she's in aggressive mode, ready to argue her point. "Not the right goddamn time?" she echoes, pushing out of the chair and listening to the scrape it makes. "What the hell do you mean not the right time?" She pokes Jim in the shoulder, with every point she makes. "I've got a stable job, you do too. We're both Council members, I'm healthy and I'm not getting any younger. Damn it, Jim, if we don't do this soon..." she lets out a sharp huff of frustration. "It won't be my kid you're having. Shit, Jim," she growls. "When's the right time? When you vanish and you don't even remember getting married?"