[The stress finally tilts over into visible anger, and she finally snaps back.]
If the trucks go all Maximum Overdrive on us, we'll deal with that when it happens. Meanwhile, those are the only choices we've got. We stick with the convoy, or we go it alone and probably die.
[She takes a step closer and jabs an accusing finger toward Buffy, visibly shaking from frustration.]
You think I'm doing it wrong, you find a better answer. That's what you're good at, right?
[She drops the pointing finger and folds her arms across her chest, her stance becoming a little less hostile, though she's still clearly shaking with barely-restrained anger.]
Well this was probably inevitable.
If the trucks go all Maximum Overdrive on us, we'll deal with that when it happens. Meanwhile, those are the only choices we've got. We stick with the convoy, or we go it alone and probably die.
[She takes a step closer and jabs an accusing finger toward Buffy, visibly shaking from frustration.]
You think I'm doing it wrong, you find a better answer. That's what you're good at, right?
[She drops the pointing finger and folds her arms across her chest, her stance becoming a little less hostile, though she's still clearly shaking with barely-restrained anger.]
Until then, back off.