"If you need my name stop talking. I'm not giving it. " she growled once again as the book licked her face. She wanted to tear the book to shreads but kept herself in check. Her hair slowly turning black. As hey eyes flicker. The stress being imposed by the constant naging of both the voices the gaze and the lady taking their toll. 
' sorry to disturb me my ass. If you were sorry then leave.  Leave me to my own demons.' 
She coughed slightly her mouth becoming dry. Are the barkeeps back yet? Anyone at all. Nope. So she will contiune to sit and try.  To get the lady to leave.