“Ughh!” She yells, throwing her hands up in anger before turning back to you and narrowing her eyes.

“I have no idea how I let you drag me into this situation.” She says crossing her arms with a sigh as she looks at the body’s.

“I mean you just had to pick a fight with the bouncer?” She asks turning her head to you as her eyebrow furrow. It seems more like a rhetorical question.