Grey was getting more and more angry by the moment. She hadn't tried hard enough to hide, that was the thing, because part of her had really wanted to come face to face with the man that done this, well face to bat was more like it but still. She'd been screaming threats and obscenities the whole time as she'd been bundled into the cell and she meant every single word. She was going to kill him for this, she was going to kick his insides into fucking pate. While she'd been left alone she continued her screaming as she'd kicked and beat her fists against she walls and doors, almost wearing herself out with rage.
Only of course it had all be futile, she was in a locked cell, without her cricket bat, but with no less of a desire to maim someone. She had her back against the wall, her jaw set and her sore fists clenched at her sides. She was sure she'd never been as angry in her whole life.
She looked at the moment only when he asked his question, shaking her head in response. "How's that work then?" she asked, "or were you just after minty fresh breath?" she asked blankly.