[Better step back. With her usually stoic nerves on edge because of the constant onslaught of fear and despair, Ange steps back. Her hands move up almost instinctively, as if she was about to write in the air, but she stops when she realizes it. The heck?]
Go ahead.
[She says with a bit more force than she'd have liked to use]
no subject
Go ahead.
[She says with a bit more force than she'd have liked to use]