[As if it needs to be repeated. She lets out a sound that might be a growl of frustration, loud enough that it manages to break through the alarm. She could just cut and run, but for all of her complaints about it being inconvenient to give a shit about other people, it would be a pretty crappy thing to do to the shop owner— she'd at least like to cut the alarm and get the place locked up again, maybe leave a note regarding paying for the mirror.
She follows him a few steps before stopping short, frustrated. She exhales, and though her tone is still harsh, as it so often is, she makes an effort to make it less combative.]
wheezes at you
What the hell did you just say?!
[As if it needs to be repeated. She lets out a sound that might be a growl of frustration, loud enough that it manages to break through the alarm. She could just cut and run, but for all of her complaints about it being inconvenient to give a shit about other people, it would be a pretty crappy thing to do to the shop owner— she'd at least like to cut the alarm and get the place locked up again, maybe leave a note regarding paying for the mirror.
She follows him a few steps before stopping short, frustrated. She exhales, and though her tone is still harsh, as it so often is, she makes an effort to make it less combative.]
Look. I could... use a hand.
[She guesses. Don't make her say please.]