Weiss was a big girl. She could handle this. The next stop on their tour was only a few hours away and she could totally handle her other bandmates, even Yang with her GODDAMN-
Deep breaths, Weiss. "Yang?" she ventured. The sound of drumsticks on leather continued. Her show sticks, no less, wrapped in white tape. Weiss could tell what she was playing, and she was glad that Yang felt like practicing, but not right fucking now. "Yang," she repeated, allowing some of her annoyance to seep into her tone.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Ruby start to yank her headphones off, start to get up, and start talking, most likely to warn her sister, all at once. Yang had apparently decided to use some hoodies and bandanas as part of her imaginary drumset. Weiss noticed her baby blue bandana being wailed on as a hi hat.
"YANG XIAO LONG, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" she screeched. Yang froze, mouth hanging comically open as she turned. "I LOVE YOU, I REALLY DO, BUT IF YOU DO NOT. STOP. HACKING." Weiss pulled the emphasis from her stomach, as it sounded halfway like she was gagging. "I WILL BREAK YOUR STICKS AND THROW THEM OUT THE WINDOW!" Weiss cocked her hip and leveled her best glare at the wayward drummer.
Yang being herself, of course, just grinned. "Alright, alright, princess. Don't gotta yell," she placated. Weiss continued to glare until Yang put the sticks in their bag, smiling all the while. Settling back down to read, Weiss heard mumbling, but elected to ignore it.
Five minutes later, above the sound of tires on the highway, Weiss, unaware of herself, started to hum.