Anna Marie's anger only grew as she emerged into the domed chamber only to find that not just one but<i>both </i>of the redheads had beaten her there. She strode over to stand by one of the windows, looking out at the distant lightning and drumming her fingers impatiently against crossed arms. She didn't turn around as Vivian and, later, Abigail arrived, but she did glance backwards as Alex spoke up. The redhead's words basically reflected Anna Marie's thoughts, but to her ears they sounded pathetic - a mouse caught in a trap, protesting a force that was entirely beyond its power. In an instant, she'd found a new target to vent her frustrations.<br/><br/>"What are<i>you </i>complaining about?" She asked acidly, arching an eyebrow as she looked Alex up and down over the top of her sunglasses. Anna Marie didn't miss the deep blush still on the girl's cheeks, or faint liquid trailing down her thighs, and her torn top didn't draw any sympathy. "You<i>obviously </i>enjoyed yourself. They clearly made this place with someone like you in mind; why don't you just go back down there and let the rest of us deal with this?"<br/><br/>She turned back towards the window, not really hiding a smirk. She ignored Willow's question; she didn't feel like sharing that with anyone.