Ryan was right, she went from zero to sixty rather quickly. Now she was zero to one twenty, having to listen to him comment without understanding her. Without wanting to hear her reasoning... because then it would just be an excuse to him. Her composure started to crack as she let go.

She allowed herself to take in more anger and rage around her than usual. It was the only real emotion she understood, anyway. She feared it, it made her want to change who she was, but now she just accepted it. It was strange, but in doing so, she felt more in control and felt like her composure was being patched back up.

"Thanks, Ryan. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go. I have things to do."

As much as she wanted to punch him in the face, she refrained. No, she would do something about that later this eve. Instead, she turned her back to him and started to walk out.