Elphaba violently ran a green hand through her long black hair, tossing the messy sheet out of her face - a definite sign of her agitation.  One that not even Glinda, in all her blond being, could possibly miss. Her tall and gangly form stomped to and fro in front of Glinda's primly and properly poised one, her elegantly draped arms held open to Elphaba in supplication and expectation. However,  Elphaba would have none of it.  None, whatsoever.  Not an inch, not a finger's length, not even a hair's breadth would she give Glinda at this particular moment.<br/><br/>"Do you realize what you - -- how did you - - when did you - - ... why are you here??"<br/>She abruptly halted her flustered stalking directly in front of the perky blond who still had her arms outstretched, which also still remained ignored.  Elphaba's dark eyes shot angry and hurt daggers down at her friend.  Though it did not strike her at this very moment to realize that this was what Glinda still was; a friend, even after Elphaba's abrupt abandonment in an attempt to sever those ties... somehow, those threads still hung on.<br/><br/>However! The subject at hand still remains; Did this woman<em>ever</em>think before she acted on something?