Disclaimer: Bambietta Basterbine and all related characters belong to Shueisha. The title of this story, meanwhile, was suggested by NotXeno. This chapter, specifically the conversation that makes up the majority of it, was written by myself and a friend.

Time had passed, friendships blossoming only to wither. War was initiated, men and women died on both sides of the conflict. In the end, the emperor of the quincy was slain not by a mere shinigami but a child of his own, one who had been raised in the darkness. The surviving quincy fell under their own varied and disparate authorities, residing once more in the world of the living. All save one surviving quincy, one that had retreated not there, but to an easily accessible hell: Hueco Mundo.

As far as Giselle was concerned it was a fitting place for her. Though she was one of the sternritter who had survived the conflict, a stroke of luck that some would have appreciated, but she did not. It had left her feeling hollow. So as she sat within the ruins that had once belonged to either arrancar or hollow, she curled up on a broken throne of sorts, her legs retracting against her lithe torso as she wrapped her arms around the limbs. All Giselle could do was say nothing as she sat there, her thoughts of the past making plenty of noise on their own.

"No, don't. Don't do it, Gigi."

"Aww, she looks so happy when she's dead!"

"Sick bitch, what's the matter with you?"

"You stay away from me, you hear?"

"We're no longer friends, idiot!"

Giselle had clung desperately to life until the very end of the war, surviving wound after wound thanks to her schrift. The Zombie brought her back from the brink time and time again, something that she cursed it for. If she had not lived on, she never would have ended up where she was now. Alone and forgotten, abandoned by the only people who had ever accepted her.

Then was there a noise, though one born of Giselle's voice within the ruins and not simply memories in her mind. "It was my fault?"

Giselle knew full well that the true extent of her schrift had horrified Liltotto, Candice and Meninas. They had seen what her power was capable of, what she had been capable of, and thus in turn had they left her behind when they had gone to the world of the living to make new lives for themselves. Ironic then, that with Yhwach's passing the schrift was no more, leaving them with nothing to fear from Giselle. However, Giselle knew and understood her own failings.

"It was."

The days within Hueco Mundo had rolled by, but to a heart consumed by sorrow it had been only an instant. Still did Giselle wait with increasing impatience for her life to fade completely. She did not eat, she did not sleep, she did not smile. She simply waited alone in the darkness for the end.

However, it was then that the eerie moonlight began to shatter that darkness. A low creaking sound echoed across the ruins as its main doorway began to open slowly. Strands of light pierced the shadow and flooded Giselle's eyes. She strained against the bright light but could make out a figure standing within it and entering the room.

"I want be left alone," Giselle hissed, a moment of unusual anger flooding her. If she were to die, she wanted it to be of her own inaction, not that of a hollow or arrancar. "Go away."

There was no response, the figure simply standing silent in the midst of the outpouring light. It remained unmoving, its features obscured by the illumination issuing forth from the outside world.

Giselle frowned slightly, speeking meekly once more. "Please, just go."

Once more was there no response, the figure simply taking one step forward. Only then did Giselle grow frustrated, her dejected countenance falling aside in favor of anger.

"Leave me the hell alone!"

The figure still said nothing, clearly not phased by the quincy's rage. Instead it simply slipped a hand out from within its cloak, allowing it to push shut the doorway. The overbearing light began to fade then, leaving Giselle to very slowly become accustomed to the darkness she had buried herself away in once more. She stared at the individual who dared not listen to her, the quincy straining her eyes to make out just who it was. A hollow seeking another victim? A shinigami looking to avenge comrades lost in the war? Giselle did not know, yet before she could ascertain the information for herself did she receive a hint in the form of a voice.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? After all the trouble I went to find you all the way out here in Hueco freaking Mundo and you expect me to just walk away?"

Giselle's eyes widened a bit, the voice sound so very familiar. Despite the inflections of rage did it sound like a sweet symphony to the young lady, leaving her lips to twist away from a sullen expression into a wide smile. "Bambi?"

A sudden streak of blue light pierced the darkness, shattering the wall beside the seat in which Giselle resided within. She glanced at the fading attack then turned back. She could see it clearly then, Bambietta Basterbine standing in the doorway, no longer clad in a uniform befitting the Wandenreich. Still was she dressed from head to toe in white, wearing an outfit befitting a traditional quincy, a matching mantle adorning her shoulders. A blue light was cast upon her body, one generating by the fading glow that resided at the very tip of her short sword. That very same light cast its glow across Bambietta's face, leaving Giselle to feel nervous.

There was no emotion, no sense of anger or happiness. The eyes were cold, the expression unmoving. It was the very face that Giselle had seen Bambietta wear after she had disposed of many a quincy when the mood had struck her to do so. Time and again she had vented her innermost frustrations by murdering those beneath her station, her countenance never wavering. Now it was before Giselle, focusing solely upon her and leaving the quincy's blood to run cold.

"Giselle Gewelle," Bambietta said softly, her tone even and steady, "it's time for you to die."

It did not make the least amount of sense to Giselle, but her own deep-seated feelings overrode any dread that should have consumed her heart. She did not understand it at all. "I tried to find you, after the battle, but you were gone! Oh, I'm so happy to see you here! Didn't I tell you that I'd miss you so much?"

Another burst of blue light flared forth then and the stone flooring near Giselle to burst apart, a few bits of small debris flying past the quincy. Bambietta's voice projected outwards again, a hint of rage pervading it. "Oh believe me, I've heard more than enough of your love for me to last a lifetime."

Giselle could not understand it. By her hands, by her own hands, had Bambietta died and been reborn as a zombie. If she was here now, then clearly the schrift was still in effect. "I still have The Zombie after all? All this time?" Giselle felt a nervous smile cross her face, a slight bit of twisted confidence rising within in. "Now now, the puppet shouldn't attack the one holding the strings." Giselle's face narrowed, her eyes sharpening as she looked at Bambietta's form hidden in the dark. She raised a hand, her fingers spreading out like a spider's legs. "Listen to me now, you bad little girl!"

There was some chuckling as the sound of footsteps echoed across the throne room, Bambietta moving towards Giselle. "That's right, you don't know do you?" Another arrow of light shot forth from the sword then, tearing apart the corner of the throne that resided by Giselle's head.

"Know what?" Giselle asked, a slight bit of sweat slipping down the side of her face, her resolve and confidence cracking. "I already made you mine. And it felt so good to take your breath away!"

Giselle remembered it well, the moments between when she had suffocated the life out of Bambietta and made her a zombie. She had done her very best to leave her friend looking at ease, turning her deceased frown upside down with a gentle tug of the lips.

It had made Giselle feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Now however, Giselle could feel it, see it; Bambietta was not responding to her control. She had no sway over the volatile quincy. It was clear then, that the power of the Zombie was truly gone, having faded away along with Yhwach's life. How then, Giselle had to wonder, could Bambietta be here now?

"But," Giselle's voice was shaking, feeling true fear for the first time since she had been a young girl, "I'm guessing that you know what I did, don't you?"

"That I do, which is why I decided to seek you out to return the favor." Bambietta raised her sword up high, a blast of light firing forth. It struck the ceiling and flew into the heavens, leaving the light of the the hollow's moon to flood the room. Bambietta then stepped into that column of pale light, allowing her Giselle to see her in full.

All it took was one look at Bambietta's appearance and Giselle could understand now that she was truly no longer a zombie under her thrall. Gone was the undead pigmentation of her flesh, the lost look that had pervaded her eyes a thing of the past. Bambietta was back to normal and very much alive, as if the incident had never happened.

This was a Bambietta Basterbine indeed!

"But I killed you. Killed you to death!" Giselle was at a loss for words, barely making much sense as it was. Bambietta was clearly back to the way she was, physically at least, but she was still acting like a zombie in Giselle's opinion. The Bambietta she knew would be enraged by what had happened, not calm and restrained. She could sense the bloodlust, but it was eerie just how contained it appeared to be. "This must be a trick. That shinigami captain, turning another of my precious against me."

"It's kind of funny really, how intelligent that man is. Not only did he find a way to take control of your zombies, he also found a way to undo your power completely. Said something about it being a waste to throw away the zombies when they were low on shinigami and the undead weren't very useful. So he decided to fix them, all of them, including me as well. Ironic, really. I was fighting against the shinigami, but it was a quincy who killed me and the shinigami who gave me another chance."

"Well that's just rude," Giselle stammered as she stepped back to try and hide behind the chair within the ruins. "Taking someone's toys away when they worked so very hard to get them. Is there any chance we could put the past behind us, Bambi?"

"I'll be doing just that when I'm walking away from your grave." Bambietta moved in closer then, grabbing one of Giselle's arms roughly and dragging her out into the open and away from her hiding spot. "You know, I was really thinking up some truly twisted ways of making you suffer for what you'd done! But just like the Zombie, the Explode is gone as well! Thankfully, I have other methods."

Giselle stared at Bambietta's face, watching as her lips curled back into a truly cruel smile.

"I always wondered if you even felt pain when you had your power," Bambietta hissed through gritted teeth, "but I suppose I don't have to worry about that now."

"Oh, I felt it." Giselle looked away, her heart aching with despair. "It hurt still. Every time. I just got used to it after a while, you know? As much as I could. " Giselle could see the writing on the wall. The scales of power had flipped once again and there was nothing she could do. "Go ahead. Just do it."

Approaching closer, Bambietta pointed the tip of her sword toward Giselle. "You're not going to run away? That would be the wiser option compared to standing up to me right now." A quick chuckle came over Bambietta, her free hand going up to her mouth. To Giselle she truly did not seem like herself. Perhaps being returned to normal did not restore her completely, or perhaps the shinigami captain had done something extra to her. Either way, Giselle knew full well that Bambietta certainly remembered everything from the sound of it and was set on getting revenge.

"What's the point?" Giselle said. "Fight or run, you're going to get me, right? So what's the point in prolonging the inevitable? But I guess..." Giselle looked Bambietta in the eyes. "I guess you've never seen it that way, have you? Fight to live, right to the bitter end, correct?"

"True, true. Though recent events have got me thinking about that to be perfectly honest. Anyways, if you're not going to do anything, that just makes it easier on me then."

"Just..." Giselle's voice was cracking, her feelings at the forefront of her mind. "Just do what you must, Bambi."

Bambietta's smile faded, her eyes narrowing. She allowed her sword to fade away into the ether, leaving it to break apart into fading particles of spiritual power, her fingers wrapping into the palm of her hand tightly. "Don't you dare call me by that name!"

A fist slashed across Giselle's face, knuckles dragging across the flesh of her cheek. The former Sternritter Z cried out in pain, blood beginning to seep from the corner of her mouth as she fell to the stone floor. Bambietta gave her no time to register what had happened though, reaching down and taking hold of the collar of Giselle's Wandenreich uniform. She dragged her up then and stared into her dazed eyes.

"You don't deserve to call me that anymore!" Bambietta screamed, her emotions teetering on the edge. She struck Giselle with another punch, forcing the woman's head to turn slightly once again. "You're not my friend! You never were, you bitch!"

"Hurts so... so..." Giselle wasn't even able to finish the sentence as she was forced to bite down on her lower lip as the sensations of agony continued to wash over her. She was used to pain, just as she said, but it always faded in an instant, the power of the Zombie healing any damage almost instantly. She had not experienced true lingering pain, not since that day Yhwach had found her. Giselle glanced towards Bambietta, seeing a look in her eyes that made even her own blood run cold. The look was of pure murderous intent despite the fact that she seemed to be smiling as well. Whatever was going on, it was clear that Bambietta was not going to listen to Giselle's attempts at defending herself.

Then did Bambietta bring her right knee up sharply between Giselle's legs, the older woman allowing herself to feel the clash of bone and sinew against the most delicate of anatomy. She watched then as Giselle's face began to contort into a pained expression, yet there was something else there. Something that warmed the truly cruel heart that Bambietta felt she now possessed.

Tears, there were tears beginning to stream down Giselle's face. Not born from the physical agony she now experienced, no, but of the deep rooted hurt that Bambietta had unleashed upon her heart and soul. It was something that the older quincy was most willing to increase a thousandfold if need be.

"That's right." Bambietta began to speak once more, choosing each and every word carefully, knowing that the ones she had settled upon would wound Giselle to the her very core. "You're not a bitch, just a bastard."

"Please don't." Giselle's eyes wavered slightly then, moisture forming at their edge. That had been a secret she had trusted with Bambietta so long ago and now it had been turned against her.

"You see this?" the older Quincy said, bringing one arm up, a memento from long ago in hand. "I'm going to bury it with you, you hear me? Then I'll be fucking free of it all!"

Giselle could make out exactly what Bambietta held before her clearly. It was the brooch her mother had given to her so long ago, the very same brooch that Giselle had bestowed upon Bambietta the first day they had met. It was a symbol of their friendship, of the trust they had with one and another. Now however could Giselle finally understand the depths of what had happened. She had betrayed Bambietta and in turn had the woman betrayed the sacred trust she had placed within her. Her hidden secret used against her, the symbol of her trust to be cast aside like so much trash. Giselle's lower lip began to quiver then, her tears only increasing to flow from her eyes.

This threat from Bambietta had hurt more than anything she had done or could ever do. "Bambi, how could you?"

"How could I?" Bambietta's voice truly lost any fragments of sorrow then, becoming laced with malice and rage. "How could I? How could you? How did you think I would feel when you killed me? When you turned me into that thing?"

"Bambi, I-"

"So what if I'm stabbing you in back over the secret you shared with me?" Bambietta interrupted, her voice trailing off. "Maybe now you'll share my pain."

Giselle was about to say something, anything, to defuse the volatile situation and the state of mind Bambietta was in, yet she had to wonder if there was anything she could offer up. There was the truth, no matter how much of a violation of sanity it was, yet she had to wonder if Bambietta would ever accept it. Trying to fight back her tears and anguish, Giselle prepared herself to speak, only to be interrupted by Bambietta once more.

"I'm going to kill you, Giselle. No amount of begging will stop that. I'm going to put an end to you and then cast aside any memory I have left. You'll never be able to hurt me again. Then I'll be free." Then, as if for no other reason than to make Giselle's skin crawl, did a dark chuckle escape from Bambietta's mouth. "You know, it was honestly amusing to see you thinking you were the one with the power. Oblivious to how little control you actually had in the long run."

Giselle's own misery began to shift slightly then, the quincy beginning to wonder if her own death was the only sane solution to everything that had happened. She was still plagued with despair, yes, but she could not help but talk despite it all. "Well that's true, but I could say the same about you."

"What was that?" Bambietta snapped then, her fingers wrapping around the heart brooch and into a fist. It moved forward then, striking Giselle across the face, harder than the previous two times. "I'm sorry, but were you comparing me to you?"

"I learned from the best," Giselle gagged out, very nearly choking on the blood that was rising in her throat. "You were always bossy, ruling me and the other girls by fear. And I thought I could do it too. But all it did was drive people away. Or worse."

"Don't you dare pretend we're anything alike!" Bambietta screamed, punching Giselle in a rage once again, the woman's blood staining her knuckles. "Don't you dare, Giselle!"

"You led by example," Giselle whimpered. "How how many quincy did you kill when you were in a foul mood?"

"They weren't my friends! Not like I was to you!"

"No, you made them think it was something more than that, didn't you? Then you you left each one half the man they used to be, huh?"

Bambietta froze for a moment, staring into Giselle's bloodied face. She held a closed fist high but kept the strike from landing, her hand shaking uncontrollably. For a moment she could see it clearly, face after face, each one splitting down the middle as they fell apart before her cold eyes.

Then did Bambietta throw that punch, letting Giselle collapse to the floor and spitting up blood. Bambietta was breathing in ragged bursts now, her own temper having finally pushed her past cold rage. She was infuriated now, the truth settling in her heart. Her hand reflexively opened and the sword formed once more, this time held in a reverse grip. Bambietta knelt down and forced Giselle to turn over. She then hovered the point of the blade over Giselle's heart, the weapon shaking as did the hand that held it.

"Trust me," Bambietta whispered, her voice unsteady and uncontrolled, repeating words she had heard not that long ago, "you'll get what's coming to you when this is all over."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Giselle repeated weakly. "I just looked up to my friend, Bambi."

Bambietta's eyes narrowed again. "That word again. I don't think you have a clue what it means!"

"No, I guess I don't." Giselle's eyes began to waver then, water building at their edges. "You, Candi, Lil, Meni; you were the only ones I ever had and I forced you all away. I killed you for your own good. I... I..."

"What now?" Bambietta held her weapon tightly, never having expected to hear such a defense from Giselle. She hesitated for a moment, seemingly interested in what the former Sternritter Z had to say. "You better hurry and get it out soon while you can still speak!"

"His Majesty, he-" Giselle could only whimper the words out now, every syllable bringing on new pain as she felt blood continuing to settle in her mouth. "During the second invasion, rumors were spreading that he-" Giselle closed her eyes for a moment, her teeth gritting in the process. "BG9 and Cang Du were defeated in in battle and Yhwach had them executed!"

"Really now? I suppose that would be fitting if the sternritter failed to live up to expectations."

"And you were-" Tears began to seep down and around Giselle's face, mixing with the blood that was oozing from her mouth. "You were beaten, hurt, dying. And I-" Giselle hesitated then, trying to find the words to express herself. "I never lied to you, Bambi."

"This is your justification?" Bambietta asked, her voice low, yet still trembling more and more with each word. The Quincy seemed to pause, becoming lost in her own confusion. "You thought it was a good idea to turn me into a zombie over having someone else finish me off? I pledged my life to Yhwach long before you did! If I failed, if I did not measure up to his expectations, then it was his will and right to end my life!"

Bambietta heard the words she had just spoke, cursing herself for even saying them. She had looked up to Yhwach as a god but he had been a cruel deity at best. Once she had felt that way, no doubt, but his betrayal of those loyal to him, his use of the auswahlen, was unforgivable.

"You always fought to live," Giselle gasped out, a bit of blood spitting up in the process. "How can you say that?"

Bambietta had no answer. Instead she turned the argument against Giselle. "So what? You took it upon herself to kill me in his place? Was that how you got your rocks off?"

"Worst case scenario. I didn't want Yhwach to kill you just because some dumb shinigami captain pulled some immortality out of his butt. For us to lose you forever. Lil, Candi, Meni; we all wanted you around, but we thought if we took you for our own that Yhwach could not claim your soul." Giselle looked towards Bambietta, her own face showing signs of understanding. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Bambietta knew that expression well enough, having weighed the decisions of her life ever since she had been reborn alive and well. A certain shinigami lieutenant's words weighed on her mind still. The sword once more vanished, allowing the quincy the usage of both hands. Her fingers wrapped around Giselle's throat, shaking all the while.

"You betrayed my trust," Bambietta said, her own eyes watering, her tears falling upon Giselle's face. "I begged you not to do it! I fucking begged you!"

"We were- I was wrong. I get it now, but I didn't see any other way back then." Giselle's face contorted with pain as she felt her windpipe begin to compress. "I really am a sadist, aren't I?"

Bambietta's grip tightened for a moment but then her hands went slack. She let go of Giselle's throat and moved away from her.

The younger quincy sat up, gasping for breath as she did so. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you because of Yhwach, so I- Bambietta, I'm sorry for everything!"

"You fool," the older quincy said, her voice trailing off. "It's Bambi, remember?"

Giselle did not know what to say, but neither did Bambietta for the moment. The former Sternritter E simply stood there in the dark, her arms folded across her chest. Her thoughts were a jumble, a sea of mixed emotions. Her desire to torment and kill Giselle was fading fast, forever ruined thanks to what she had just heard. That Giselle's action were born from the honest desire to protect her. That underneath the twisted personality the feelings were genuine.

Bambietta ran a hand threw her long, dark hair, trying to rationalize it all. She remembered a girl from so many years ago, timid and innocent, scarred by life. A young girl that had hugged her sincerely, her attachment complete. Hero worship of a broken girl herself, one who had no right to be a role model, to lead by example.

One brief chuckle left Bambietta's shoulders to rise and fall. "Yhwach makes a monster. And then she does the same."

"Bambi?"

Bambietta turned and watched as Giselle stood, blood still seeping from her mouth. Bambietta moved in close then, tearing a piece of her mantle off as she did so. Gently did she dot it against Giselle's mouth, cleaning what damage she could. "Where are the others?"

"Back among the living," Giselle answered. "Beyond that I really don't know. Lil and I found Candi and Meni back in the Soul Society but when we couldn't find..." Giselle trailed off, the girl suddenly unwilling to look Bambietta in her brown eyes at all. "When we couldn't find you, we went our separate ways. And I came here."

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"What was the point?" Giselle asked. "We'd all been betrayed by Yhwach and the shinigami had won. And they wanted nothing to do with me after what I'd done to you."

"Even so," Bambietta began to say, breathing deep, "do you miss them?"

"Of course I do!" Giselle answered. "You were the only friends I ever had. Someone like me doesn't make friends easily. And I threw it all away! They agreed to what I'd do if you were in danger, but they'd never seen the Zombie up close before. Candi was especially pissed. But," Giselle turned to face Bambietta with tears staining her face and dripping down on her ragged white uniform, "I hurt you, Bambi. I actually smiled when I killed you. How can you want to be my friend? How could anyone?"

Bambietta did not know quite how to answer that. She had come here on behalf of a roaring rampage of revenge. She had wanted the kill, the payback, nothing more. However, she had gotten something more regardless of her wants and desires. Beyond the anger, beyond the rage, there had been one other dominant feeling that had clouded Bambietta's heart. She reached out then, embracing Giselle in a tight hug. Not around her throat, no, but across her entire upper body.

"I felt lonely when I lost sight of you four. I wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. No, not the way they used to be. I wanted it to be better."

Giselle fell into the hug then, her head resting on her friend's shoulder. "Bambi!"

The abuse and torment that Giselle had suffered throughout her childhood had left her feeling like nothing more than a monster, a individual to be hated and despised. However, to any outsider, even fellow sternritter, the group that had formed underneath Bambietta's tenuous wings had been outcasts, each one. They had been the only true friends each other had, through good times and bad, through bickering and teasing. Yet they had betrayed each other out of good intentions, all because of the edicts handed down by the one they had considered their lord and master. Only now, when the battles were ended and the dust settled, could they find atonement.

Giselle's tears began to stain Bambietta's mantle, the younger quincy sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart had broken the moment she had torn out another's, having destroyed itself, but now at last was it beginning to mend. "We should put the band back together."

"Yes, let's do that. We'll go to the world of the living and track them all down."

"Bambi," Giselle began to say, having one one reservation, "you're really okay with me, right? But will any of them feel the same?"

"As the leader, I'll make them feel the same!" Bambietta said with no hidden amount of pride, her chest puffing out as she tried to put on an air of confidence. "It's my fault for not keeping the group together! If they see I'm myself again, I think that would be enough reason for things to get back to normal!"

Bambietta smiled a bit.

"Just make sure not to kill me a second time."

Yhwach and his self-destructive rulings were no longer a concern, nor was the Zombie schrift itself, so Giselle knew that would no longer be an issue, but one thing still tore at her soul.

"I was smiling, but my heart, it was..." She backed away from Bambietta, clutching at her chest tightly as if it was that dark, twisted moment all over again. "That smile was nothing but a lie, Bambi. You were scared, I saw that, and I thought if I smiled it would make you feel at ease, but I don't understand people at all because I'm a damned monster."

"No, you're my friend. It wouldn't be the same without you around. Allow me and the others to help you. I'm certain you could still learn to understand."

"You'd do that for me? After everything I did? Everything I put you through?"

"I'm the leader. You're my responsibility. If anything, it was my own fault for not helping you properly sooner." Bambietta smiled, though she also seemed sad herself. "I forgive you for your decision. Can you forgive me for being a poor leader? For not fulfilling my promise to be your sword and shield?"

"I can't," Giselle answered honestly. "I can't because I could never consider you a bad leader."

Bambietta felt her eyes water, the quicny wiping them away quickly, hoping Giselle did not notice. "All right then! Come on, we've got to find the other three!"

Giselle watched as Bambietta began to turn away and she reached a hand out, her fingers latching on to the back of her leader's, no, her friend's mantle. "Thank you, Bambi."

Bambi looked back to Giselle, giving her a smile that was simply and honestly happy. "Just try to tone down the creepiness a little if you can."

"That," Giselle said with a nod and a smile, "I cannot make any promises on, but I'll try." Giselle walked up beside Bambietta, joining her friend and leader side by side. "I might be able to help us a little." Giselle shook her head, her hair bobbing slight. "But Meni did say to the others that they should go to Kyoto. Something about a show she liked being based out of there."

"All right then. Let's start there and see what we can find."

For the first time in a long while did Bambietta honestly felt like she was at peace, not a drop of anger in her wanting to rush out.

"Let's mosey, Gigi!"