The role reversal was almost funny, but the last thing Hannah felt like doing was laughing. As if it wasn't bad enough that he lived in the same building, there wasn't a hint of guilt anywhere in his expression. It still stung, his indifference, even though it really wasn't much of a surprise. Any apology he offered now would be meaningless, and she didn't want a bunch of pretty empty words - she'd had enough of those to last her a lifetime. "Oh, well then. That just makes it so much better, that I was the only one." Her voice was practically dripping with sarcasm. "I'm flattered, honest."
She hadn't even started trying to vocalize all the thoughts swirling around in her head, so letting him just walk away - again - was not an option. Hannah was sick and tired of being weak and useless; always ignored, never taken seriously. Well, not anymore. Her eyes flashed when he turned, and she practically lunged forward to keep him from taking more than one step. "Oh, I don't think so." She didn't have his size or strength, but her fury made up for a lot, and she shoved him towards the mailboxes with every ounce of might she possessed. "We're not done here, got it?" There was no room for fear, not in the midst of all the other emotions tearing through her. She wasn't afraid of pain anyway, not really. "You and I have some catching up to do."
For a moment she just glared at him, trying to decide whether she should just give him a good whack or ask him what she wanted and then hit him. "Let's start with why." Her voice began to rise, but she didn't care if anyone ended up hearing her. "I want to hear you try to explain why you decided to nearly kill me."