Was she seriously making weird squeals right now? She was like a fucking rat. and no, nobody could help her just yet, or maybe ever, and Billie knew this. "You don't think it's enough we're practically dead as it is, you feel the need to bump chairs into people because of a fucking bit of water getting your precious little dress wet?!" The last part of the sentence was side while Billie's face distorted in hatred and took with it her voice.
In the blink of an eye she was dangerously close to Lisa, fist closed and arm drawing back. In another blink, she planted a heavy punch of the woman's face, strong enough to send her back a few inches.