The entire apartment felt like a mexican stand-off, except nobody had any guns. The only thing they did hear was Luce stress sharpening her machete. She did it when she had no other way to really express her anger. At least, in a way that didn't kill the people she didn't hate as much. She was angry, furious even. Her room had become a whirlwind of her frustration, but that was all she could do. Whatever that creepy bitch did, it was out there now.
Little Doll. Just thinking about it made her want to claw her ears out, sinking against the wall near her bed with a grimace. The walls were thin and crappy, like any shitty apartment.
"...You've got some fucking nerve, thinking that you can just come in and act like you can fix everything, you know that?" Luce muttered, the sharpener's noise like an ominous backdrop to the entire conversation. "You're fucking nothing out here, princess. You're just some spoiled brat who wanted to try something 'dangerous', so...how's it feel?" she said. "How's it feel to be in a rat warren, locked up in a room because you freaked everyone out?"