'Shit! I'm doomed!' Dana silently cursed in her mind. The voice over the megaphone must have been the person monitoring the surveillance camera in the elevator, and he had been watching her entire outburst.
'Hollywood, what do I do now? What should I say?' Dana asked in her thoughts, silently communicating with the robotic controller.
[Why ask me? You should be asking your temper]
'Come on, Hollywood,' Dana mentally exclaimed. 'You know you were the one who angered me, right? I couldn't just wait to bash you with a reply, that's why I rushed in here!'
[Oh, so Miss Red knows how to communicate without speaking out loud? Impressive!]
'Screw your nuts, robot!'
"Hey, you! Aren't you going to respond, lady?" The voice boomed once more from the megaphone, its tone now laced with threat. "Or should I call security up to the eighth floor to deal with you?"
