"If they could do that, then why haven't they done it?" she seethes - stalking closer, attempting to crowd Donna's personal space.

"You're not my general. You're not my leader. And I never have to listen to anybody unless I choose to. And right now, I. Need. Out!"

Her voice rises to a shriek, and she pounds her fist into the wall.

"I don't want these walls around me! You live in houses; you don't have any idea what it's like!"