Maka's face just keeps screwing farther and farther into a look of rage and horror. Her poor weapon got flashed twice. She rubs at her face and groans.

"The worst part is I can see him doing exactly that." That phrasing and everything. Gross. "I'm glad you kicked him, though," she laughs, flashing an encouraging smirk at Soul. That's her girl. "I will probably kick him next time I see him. If I don't get over my fury before then."

She won't get over her fury before then.