She stared blankly at him. [color=gray][b]"What... the fuck was that, bro?"[/b][/color] She stumbled backwards as he released her. It took an immense amount of effort to keep her composure.

[color=gray][b]"Look, whatever... fine... you can help me finish. And then you can fuck off."[/b][/color] She shifted her backpack and the parcel-- the parcel!

[color=gray][b]"Fuck my life."[/b][/color] She groaned, and looked at the underside of her wrist. The screen of a digital watch shimmered into existence on her skin. Rising panic. She began to hyperventilate. [color=gray][b]"I'm [i]so[/i] fuckin' late because of you, you know that? You know [i]why[/i] they even call me? Because I'm [i]never! Fucking! Late!"[/i][/b][/color]

Dizzy now, she shoved past him and stormed off as quickly as she could, cussing the entire time. [color=gray][b]"Ruin [i]my[/i] fuckin' goddamned day."[/b][/color] It felt like she was wearing mittens as she fumbled with the pocket against her chest that held a small stash of blister packs. [color=gray][b]"[i]Now[/i] he wants to fuckin' help."[/b][/color] She stopped walking at the end of the corridor, just before heading out into the main public junction. [color=darkgreen][b][i]"I don't need anything out of it,"[/i][/b][/color] she said in a mocking voice as she was consumed in struggling to push the tiny blue pill through the foil,.