[ Away from prying eyes, the anger crops up again, boiling in her stomach, like lava. One of her hands rests in a half-fist on the table, her knuckles so very white. ]

I just- [ Stop shaking, stop that- ] I couldn't sit doing nothing, just waiting anymore. Even if it- I didn't have a plan, all I wanted was...for those fucking cowards to show their faces.

Get them out of their- fucked up bubble when some of us are- are on deadlines. Real ones. Not their bullshit.