[Without missing a beat Mai picks up the book, heaves it back into the man's room with a pretty heavily solid throw and then shuts the door behind it.]
Well they shouldn't because you've got a point.
[Endless rounds of thumping against the door begin. Mai pointedly glares at the wood.]
no subject
Well they shouldn't because you've got a point.
[Endless rounds of thumping against the door begin. Mai pointedly glares at the wood.]
Knock it off.