*seizes your arm and hauls you aside before the vultures can descend on you (you can thank her later)*
*does contain her shrieking to a quieter sort of shrieking, at least* "What?" he says? You fucking run off and get fucking married and you don't fucking tell your fucking publicist and the fucking best you can fucking do is fucking "What?"What was going through your head? What did you hire me for? What are you going to do when the fangirls throw themselves off bridges because you did not let your fucking publicist do her fucking job?? Good speech, by the way! Salgant, really?