Things are beginning to reach a point where the fidelity of the training is working against her. Titanomachia's vision is so singular and so perfect that the places where it runs up against the limitations of the setup for her experiment are jarring. Madeleine can still feel the coolness on her cheek where the sword brushed past her. She can hear the roar of the crowd (they're calling for her blood. the longer she goes without failing, the angrier they become), and Li Teng's perfected combo attack ripples through her ribs. 

But when she looks at her hand, she still sees a cup of coffee. She's all too aware that the motions of her shoulders - the way she is shivering and shuddering into the blows - are actually concessions she's making to Machia's vision, silly affectations to try and sell herself on the idea that this [i]is[/i] real and proper training and not just a hamfisted play at revenge for Madeleine's lack of deference earlier. 

It makes her so angry. At what, she doesn't know. She can't think about this sort of thing right now. She wants to leave this chair, she wants to run out of this miserable, glittering, beautiful cafe. She wants to be able to actually taste what she is certain she would think is the best coffee in the entire world. She just wants to be finished. 

But she doesn't. But she asked to come here. But she can't. But she isn't.

Madeleine thrashes in her seat with the viciousness of a caged animal. The only reason she does not slosh hot coffee everywhere is because she's already drank more than half the cup. She swings a kick across the table that does not connect with anything, and notices with a pang of guilt how perfectly her center of balance remains as she rolls through the motion and balances on her toes on the arm of her chair. She perches there, takes an awkward and petulant sip of her drink, and slumps back into a seated position. 

This is sad, she has decided. It is making her sad. But the only way to make it end is to get to the bottom of this cup. Then she could sit and enjoy the atmosphere of this place while she watches Machia have dessert. Probably she has forfeited the possibility of getting a second cup for herself she would be allowed to enjoy properly, but that's...

That doesn't really matter. She just can't stand that look in this woman's eyes. So she is going to win. That is all there is to it.