"People are stupid, and so are you if you thought I wouldn't believe you. You were part of a war. Did you think I expected you to still be normal?"
As a waiter tentatively approached she turned to his reaching hand and spat. "And don't you even think about touching me you greasy Italian ... tuna fish!" The waiter looked surprised, but Ophelia was losing her grip on English, her accent becoming stronger and the words wanting to morph into French as her anger came too fast to translate.
She stalked towards the door, yanking the coat another waiter held out to help her on with from his hands.