She would have liked for what he had said to not prick and sting her so, but it had...
"You're just as wretched as he is, you hear me!" Said she, lowering her arms indignantly as two little lines sliced the center of her usually smooth brow in a disappointed furrow, which was by now sequined in a thin layer of cold sweat. She was genuinely maddened by his rejection... at least for now. Her moods were quite whimsical because of the mania the hunger stirred within her. "It's both your fault! This!" She'd shouted, violating the confines of the elevator with her noise and not caring if it was obnoxiously loud, or if it hurt either of their ears for her to. "Me! A monster! And I despise him as much as I despise you for it! Eternal!"
Because she didn't want to leap on him just yet and was provided no other avenue to let out her aggression, she covered her face and screamed into her hands. This was, surprisingly, followed by a clarifying and deep inhale and consequently a shuddering exhale. It made her feel better. Just like that, she seemed calmed again. And now with her own blood on her hands, she smeared it onto the elevator wall aside her and finger painted him a sad face.