It was as if some kind of switch had flipped. She couldn't tell you what it was, exactly, or what caused it (maybe it was the sound of an unfamiliar voice crashing her back into reality), but she suddenly found herself being pulled along a completely different train of thought as that pure shock began to wear off.

She remembered when she last saw him more vividly. Now that she was fairly sure she wasn't imagining things, those memories somehow became more accessible. She remembered the struggle, how he managed to disarm and subdue her, how he left her there--

Her already mounting annoyance and anger at being thrown into this situation now threatened to take over completely.

Oh, he had some explaining to do. A lot of explaining to do. But this place would take first priority.

"I'm waiting," she finally spat, the expression on her face just as dangerous as her tone of voice.