There were times when she plain irritated but didn't voice it out and the others were where she would think of the outcome first. Neither of the two was happening now. She was simply too angry to think about what outcome could it possibly have.
The jet had a spiral staircase and when she had gotten up to follow him in anger the man had already climbed up. So she was quite behind and Angelo's shouting could be heard already.
"Are you fucking kidding me? How is it that a woman of seventy years, the one that needs a stick to motherfucking walk was able run away from all of you?"
'Don,
(Don, by the time we reached there, she was gone already.)