I meant your eye, dumbass.

[she made an audibly disgusted noise and looked away from his flagrant display of touching himself.]

I would literally rather die than wash your stink out of my hair. I can walk home just fine, but I'm not going anywhere until you get all this pissed-off energy out of you. Besides, maybe we can catch up on some of the weird shit we're both seeing. Anything else hit you yet other than this dome?