When he took a step towards her she would step backwards. Listening carefully as her anger grew. she knew not to hurt him it would end badly for her right now. making sure to keep her eyes on him. hearing the door shut then lock her eyes go wide and she quickly goes to the door and trys to open it. finding it lock she glars at the door listening to his last few words before things go quiet. screaming she would punch the door hard.<br/><br/>going over to the desk she would throw everything off of it in a fit of rage. once she was calmed down a bit she grabed some paper and the quill. spending the rest of the night writing back and forth to herself. they both needed to be on the same page with most of the stuff.