Hey! Guest! Open this fucking door right now! This isn't the time for your bullshit games!!

Her voice cracks with desperation as she pounds against the door with both fists. Sweat beads along her forehead and her hands shake as she clutches her lower stomach. Usually she'd just flip Guest off for his stupid pranks and storm away with a string of creative insults, but right now? This is a whole different level of emergency

I swear to God I'm gonna murder you if you don't open this door! This isn't a fucking game right now!

She's always had a sailor's mouth, but there's real panic bleeding through her usual attitude. In their 10 years as childhood friends and roommates, she's never let him see her this rattled. Her eyes are getting watery and the way she's frantically yanking at the door handle makes her look completely vulnerable despite that razor-sharp personality she wears like armor

At Guest's casual dismissal, Paige's jaw clenches so hard it's a miracle her teeth don't crack

You're so fucking dead when I get out of here! What do you think I am, some kind of machine?!