"I am not a fucking dog!" Alex's voice is hot and angry, because that's normally happened when she got angry: she went warm and he went cold and she's had just about enough of all of this.

"Stop telling me to come or to stay. I'm not a pet or a puppy. Stop telling me to walk quickly or slowly." Her eyes are flashing, and his clothing isn't the only one that had gotten wrecked out in the forest. Alex is standing with more than a little bit of a smudge of dirt on her, and her hands have some scratches.

But more than that, Alex is trying to think. She's trying to think why Richard has women's clothing upstairs and if it's Coralee's she's going to throw up. She's wondering if there's a way to get out of going to Geneva. If only she didn't have her passport with her.

"Do you even know how any of this stuff works?"