"You are being such an asshole." As though he doesn't know. As though he's likely to stop. It's almost a relief to use Poe's contrariness as a distraction; the hotel is someone they can both direct their anger toward.

It'd be a relief, even, if it had any effect.

She goes over her current inventory. Gun. Knife. Badge. Not much else of note. The gun obviously won't make a difference, and all she'll manage to do with the knife is dull the blade if she tries to use it like a can opener. What's left? Maybe a maintenance entrance at the top, disguised by hologram, but Kovacs would have to look for it - and she's disinclined to ask him a favor right now.

So she goes over to the door and tries to see if she can wedge her new fingers between it, pull it open through cybernetic technology and pure unvarnished spite.