Looking up at Blaise, Angelina gave him an extremely annoyed look before rolling her eyes at him. "You really want to know what I suggest?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest and giving him a defiant look. "Maybe if one of us kills the other, whatever trap he has on this room will break. Mind being my test subject for the theory?" she said sarcastically before pushing away from the door and looking around the room, trying to figure out whatever fucking puzzle that awful creature left.
"Just fucking look around for something useful. I need to get out of here fast. I have shit to do, and your voice makes me want to punch things," she finished, going around the examine the walls to see if there was something, anything. A false stone, a scribbled message. Any clue that would get her out of this damn nightmare.
Plus, she was hungry. And Angelina was even more of a bitch than usual when she was hungry.