Heather wanted to take a screwdriver and ram it through her temple just to stop the pain. Or his, then her problems would be over and she would still be alive. But she knew she couldn't, and so she had to satisfy herself with just picturing it inside her head.
"Cut the shit, Vincent, and tell me what you want so I can kick you out of here." She wasn't going to answer his question or even respond to his statement about porn. She just wasn't.