she bursts into her office with her arms full of papers. Mumbling to herself in angry tone

“Čůrák zasranej…nedá mi chvilku klidu a hned po mě chce návrhy na zbraně…”

she tosses the papers on her desk, tte papers making a thud against the wooden desk. She hears a loud knock on the door and walks up still angry towards them. Swings them open

“WHAT DO YOU WANT-“