"And so, would you mind telling me exactly what she was doing?" My voice carried an edge of curiosity as I pointed toward the woman hunched over a pile of scattered papers.
At my words, she lifted her head, her sharp eyes burning with irritation. There was a brief silence before she clicked her tongue, glaring at me as if I were the sole cause of her suffering.
"It's because you kidnapped me from the facility that I have to keep working like this!" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "And because of you, I can barely do anything! How the hell am I supposed to conduct proper research without my equipment, my resources, my lab!? And how am I supposed to work under these pathetic conditions with nothing but a pen and some scraps of paper!?"
Her hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, her breathing uneven from the sheer force of her anger.
