"Why do people leave me alone? Doesn't everyone know I'm liable to think about things, about what I'm doing." her voice was low, and snarly. "Here I am fucking thinking about my career instead of my fucking job and all I want to do is go home. I want to hide and forget I've signed up for this." she turned on him rather quickly and pushed him against a wall, arm across his throat, she didn't press though.
"You tell a soul, I will never let you live it down." she hissed, nose to nose with him. She was trembling. Antigone was prone to being withdrawn - she rarely if ever talked to anyone about anything - so when she lost that control, she was a bit scary. She trusted Weiland, which is the only reason she was talking or even showing the fact she was worried. "What. the hell. do. I DO?!" she said quietly, dropping her arm and sliding down to sit on the floor. "Sorry."