"You *#&%!@ you're the %$^&*# from work today."
"Indeed my dear. I'm your worst nightmare, an abusive customer who doesn't actually want to buy anything."
"Terrifying. What are you doing here? Where's Simon?"
"You know as well as I do you impetuous self-absorbed wench. He went that way."
Canada gave a big huff, lent slightly forward with arms open at an acute angle and flared wrists, pausing for dramatic effect. Then she stormed away, stopped mid step suddenly realizing that she hadn't actually done anything useful yet. Simon was still flying(!?) off into the dark night, Absalom was in need of hair and skin grafts, while Daly seemed to be struggling to find his freshly spilt marbles.
She turned to her agitator again, "Now you list--," he smashed her over the head with his flashy walking stick.