"Did you not just hear me telling her to move or I would move her," Bakura snapped, glaring hard at Pepper. "You are the one not acting like herself, and become a nag when I wasn't looking. Shemkhati--!"

And yet...

There's something in her insistence that's finally seeming to register, however slow and disjointed. The low-level twinge of a headache had been getting stronger the whole day, but it seemed to be peaking now. Was he being more ill-tempered than usual? His mind kept saying no, and yet it didn't feel quite right.

Up close, Pepper could note there are physical tells to there being something amiss. His eyes are reddened, pupils enlarged, and hints of a rash along the backs of his hands.