*tries her very, very best to keep tabs on how angry she feels because the room (the building, the town) isn't fireproof* You might've told me, Tilion. *stops, takes a step towards you, stops, turns around, throws her hands in the air* For Dad's sake, I can barely hear anyone even when they're standing in front of me. *can really only hear other Ainur when they're falling apart*
*spins back around and points at you, accusation in every word and gesture* You -- you let me believe that you were just some guy -- some idiot who couldn't string two words together and all the while -- *is becoming somewhat higher-pitched* -- you let me live my life for a man without a face. *does not let a single note of hurt enter her voice because right now, she's not hurt, she's just furious* You better put on that helmet, Tilion, 'cause I don't think I can look at you right now. (*cannot look away from you, her actions rather belying her words as her eyes blaze with rage*)