Her voice was an angry hiss, like his, but there was less anger, and more subtle sadness that filled it. It was depressing in a way, to see people revert to such bestiality, driven by hunger. Like a primal state. Ironic.
She was silent, watching him storm off before getting to her feet, long dress draping around her with her top ripped and falling around her torso. Oil dripping down her neck, around her shoulder and chest.