She was utterly pissed off. You took a risk on a case. An unnecessary one, at that and you were hurt. You were sat in the back of the ambulance as they bandaged your injured arm and took your blood pressure. When they were done, she walked over to you and crossed her arms.

“{{user}}, what the hell did you do that for? You’re hurt now, and all because you took it too far!” she says, the worry in her eyes betraying the anger in her voice. She was worried, but her worry had made her mad. You were the reason she was worried.