Watching Richard walk into the house she was renting was the final straw. Did the man have not a clue, or was he merely a fucking psychotic? She didn't know, and she didn't care. She heard him tell her to watch something but instead she turned her back, snatched up the small bag that held her cell phone in it, and slammed the bathroom door behind her as she entered it...making sure to lock it as well.<br/><br/>She knew she wouldn't get much reception here but the one number she had been told she<em>would</em>be able to call was the tourist office, Maria's office, itself and she did so now.<br/><br/>When someone picked up, she didn't give them a chance to say who, she started on a tirade and demanded that some sort of security be sent,<em>NOW</em>to get the crazy man who was stalking her out of her beach house. She also made it abundantly clear that she didn't appreciate being tormented and stalked in such a manner when all she had done was pay a VERY substantial sum of money for a private place to grieve quietly for her parents. Her fury vibrated through her voice and in that moment she cared nothing for her job, her employers, or anything other than the fact that in a moment of deep grief she was being stalked and tormented. She didn't care what Richard was trying to show her, or why (as an agent she should have, in fact most would have been fascinated, which would also probably have gotten them caught) instead she was holed up in her bathroom hiding from the madman like any, normal, tourist would be.<br/><br/>"I came here to feel safe and to grieve, not to be attacked in this egregious manner! I want him GONE, NOW," she demanded hotly before simply hitting the end button and cutting off anything the person on the other end of the phone could have said.