Snatching the letter out of his grasp, she pushed him up against the door, glaring at him.  Almost growling at him through clenched teeth, she managed,  "I<em>like</em>Paris...I came here to save Sandra and Lyle from<em>you</em>.  What the hell did you do to me?"<br/><br/>Her face was mere centimeters from his once more, her body even closer, as she fought to regain a composure so quickly lost.  Her fight was so patent that she was trembling with the effort, her splayed hand still against his chest.<br/><br/>Why did he seem to know where she would be before she knew it herself?