She had pushed him, perhaps, a little harder than she had meant to. But she was standing this time and watched as all the little objects began to shake and then fly, as he yelled at why. Normally people shouted profanities when they were angry, but despite the fact that she was shoving him full of anger, she could feel something else there, too. Something tiny he was trying to avoid feeling.
"Now you're just throwing shit on purpose." She said, indicating the chair he had flipped over. the other objects, though they had flown, were not damaged in any way. Most of the objects in this room were made of foam or rubber or something like that. They could take a few hits before they would break.
"So. Why what?" She asked, letting his emotions return to normal without much force, though she did help a little bit.