She groans and rolls her eyes, right on time. Far be it from a teenager to hold back signs of annoyance and aggravation. Bit it's better than wondering all the different ways she's going to die by this goon's friend's hands. Whatever's waiting for her... at this point, she just wants to meet it full on. Die with her fists up. It's how everybody else has so far. It's almost fitting.

"The anticipation of being brutally murdered by strangers is just killing me."