As he shoved a bank card at her, she violently protested. "No!" she hissed, holding out both hands with flat palms. "Take it back! I-I can pay for this. We have...money...somewhere..." Running her hands through her hair, she scooted further away from him, voice taking on a rambling quality. "I can use the phone at the hotel...not my cell...find a lawyer...have to tell my mother...maybe some money there..."