She was breathing hard and fast, and the ghosts were people she didn't know and didn't care to. She registered that the little boy looked like him, looked like Family, but she registered it on a level that was eclipsed by her fear.
When she finally caught her breath, she glared at him. "I don't care who you are. You don't got the right to manhandle someone you just met like that, and you don't got the right to decide who does what and when. You must be an enforcer for the Family with that attitude, but I ain't playing' that game. I do what I want, when I want. And you're free not to like it all you please, but you ain't free to keep me from moving or keep me from breathing. I got rights, same as you, and if I wanna throw a spoon at your fool head on account of you bein' an ass, I can. And I can sure as hell leave your apartment if that's what I'm of a mind to do. Now get out of my way, cause if you think I'm staying here even a minute with the likes of you, you don't know me real well. Go push someone 'round who's willing to take it, cause that ain't me."
It was all bravado, a show of force. Her temple pulsed fast with fear and fear and fear.