"Halluci--" she repeated in disbelief. "Hallucinations?! How do you suppose I got these? Am I hallucinating these?" she pointed at her face and opened her cardigan. She pulled it over her shoulders and lifted the sleeves of her t-shirt to show the bruise ring around her arm.
"Do you suppose I made this for myself? Do you think I was the one who pulled the door of the seventh floor staircase off it's hinges? Don't give me that press conference crap, you...!" she began telling him off on a raised tone, but she caught herself. She was shouting at a guard in the middle of the lobby, she realized, and suddenly dropped her tone looking rather shaken. "I... Vincenzo. Please."