Once again, Eve's anger tore a reaction from the shell-shocked girl. She looked as though she had just been slapped as she stared hard at Eve. Her own anger seemed to rouse her out of the state of self-pity and depression she had fallen into. If that was Eve's intent, then she was succeeding marvelously. If not, then she was in for a rude surprise in Savannah's sudden change of character.
"Excuse me?" Savannah demanded, sounding absolutely aghast. "Do I look like some kind of freak show to you?" She could fathom, by her tone, no other reason why this was even happening to her. "How dare you come up here, where I am obviously sitting, just to totally pretend you care one minute and then insult me! I mean, oh my God, do you not think I don't get enough of that?"
It was clear from Savannah's tone that she felt everyone should be aware of her personal problems, because so many people had [unknowingly] contributed to them.
She was fierce in her anger, eyes flashing and color returning to her face. Her hands gestured, manicured nails slicing through the air in rhythm with her words. She was sitting up fully now, eyes on Eve and Eve alone.