[It's a good opportunity to kill someone. That everpresent compulsion pushes relentlessly at Shiki; that desire to
rip through her neck send the blood scattering watch it spatter across the street
But she retracts her hand. She doesn't care that this vapid, puffed up primadonna is offended, or wants something from her. With a shrug and without a word, she just begins to walk again]