She runs through the crowd like her ass is on fire, a blur of black and purple, until she finally skids to a stop directly in front of Balthazar. She stares straight at him while she tries to catch her breath-- if he didn't know any better, he might think she was staring straight into his soul.

Or maybe she was, because her expression morphs into one of determination, pain, anger, a lifetime of repressed negativity just pouring out of her eyes. And then she slaps him.