"Yeah, yeah. I'm on your shit list. Got it. Can you walk and talk please? You're killing my me time." Santana said, barely managing to keep her voice from cracking. She'd made him angrier, she could tell. He'd paused and was just standing and for a second she was sure-
"And don't let the door hit you in your perfect ass on the way out!" She yelled it after him as he disappeared, before the adrenaline that had been fueling her bravado waned, and she slumped back onto her bed. What the hell was wrong with her? That guy, brainwashed or not could have fucking killed her. Shit - he would have, if he didn't think his missing superiors would have been okay with it. And she kept. Fucking. Talking.
Santana let out a shaky sob, feeling the panic that had eluded her for that entire conversation finally grow within her chest. Her inability to process emotions like a normal human being was going to get her killed here, and not temporarily. She drew here legs up in front of her, wrapping her arms around them before leaning her forehead on the tops of her knees. She didn't know what she was even doing anymore.