You yelled in rage and threw the chair and monitor against the wall of the Desperado facility. Your chest heaved as you took labored breath after labored breath, seething in rage as your glared at the broken splinters of the furniture. Mistral peeked around the corner and spotted the chair, sighing as she rubbed her eyes and walked over to you and rhetorically asked: "What's everyone gonna think if they see my 16 year old sibling is still having the equivalent of temper tantrums?"