Mae did like her big, big booms. Nice controlled but big booms. She liked the noise and the lights and the process of building it.
She was up on her feet automatically at his suggestion. And without thinking about it, her hands were in tight fists. Her knuckles were turning bright white.
<"No. NO. Leave me out of it. You want to get lynched, you go right the fuck ahead,"> she started for the barricade and started tearing it down so she could leave the room. Except that whatever she could toss to one side was getting thrown with violence.