"Hey," Weetzie said, her voice sharp but not alarmed. The kicking of the bottle had drawn the orderlies' attention and one of them was headed their way, already looking quite purposeful in his stride. "Faith! Stop," Weetzie said, her brows furrowed in a mixture of concern and frustration. She didn't know this girl, or anything much about her except for her agitation, but she did know that Faith had anger management issues. It didn't take an FBI profiler to see it, either.
"Hey. Why can't you just talk to me?" Weetzie asked her seriously, her face tight, expression worried. "You're right, I don't know what the fight was about, but if you told me then I would." With any of her own patients she would've reached over and touched their shoulder reassuringly... definitely not with Faith. The girl was like the scent of ozone... a prelude to a storm.
The orderlies stepped back but stayed within a few paces' distance, nervously eyeing the two women.