It occurred to her then, with Gilman blocking the doorway, that this situation might even be more serious than what she thought beforehand, and that was saying a lot. There weren't many ways this could get worse, but the change in his voice and the flat, empty quality of those dark eyes had her thinking twice about her decision to go to the bathroom.
She needed to do something to turn this around, and she needed to do it quickly.
"I'm not going to do anything," Annie assured him, an edge of fear creeping up into her voice. There was no more yelling now. In fact, her tone was hushed - barely a whisper. "We need to clean up. Someone could be coming up here any minute." There it was, the not-so-subtle reminder that they weren't the only people in the building, which translated into, don't do anything stupid.
"C'mon, Gil. Let me out of the bathroom." Despite the revulsion that she could practically taste on her tongue, she tried to sound as sweet and calm as possible.