She did not have to turn her head to see who was speaking to her. She knew the voice of dear sweet Mary as well as she knew her own. They had known each other much longer than either could remember and she seemed to be the only female friend Delia was able to keep for that long of a time. But Mary was always lovely and wonderful, and there was something about her that kept Delia from growing bored, as she usually did in her friendships. Of course it would be Mary that came across her, one of the few people she managed to curb her anger and temper for. She almost wanted to send the girl away, she was enjoying her anger too much by then.
She wouldn't though, of course, she couldn't do that to her friend.
"If only that ginger tart could fit in here," she motioned to the glass by pushing it with the tips of her fingers. "I would hold my hand over the top till she drowned, and after that it'd make sure to put something heavy on it so there would be no chance she could come back."
With a sigh she turned her head and her big blue eyes found her friend. "I'm sorry, dear one, I'm not such good company right now, best ignore me."