She pushed against the door when it was open. It was the only sensible thing a crazy lady in riding pants could do. She tried to enter as if it was nothing at all. Until she realized she didn't have a weapon so.. beating him over the head was not an option she could go for.
So, she switched tactics. She was adept at this being a lawyer and all. Her squinty, malevolent gaze reached his befuddled expression and she hissed with all the venom of 40 cobras, "Where's Vince. Is he in here? Have you killed him? Have you packed his parts up in tin foil so you can enjoy your Dahmer barbeque next week."
"I'll kill YOU if you killed him!" She pushed against his chest as if her fists were hammers.