She ran forward, waving and laughing with saccharine sweetness practically dripping from her voice. If Yuri's instincts weren't already sounding the alarm, surely this would do the trick.

As soon as she reached him, her happy expression turned into fierce anger. She leaped straight up, knee hiking sharply as she tried to slam it into his chin.

DIE.

"You'd better have a damn good explanation for your absence!" And where was the moustache she glued onto his face? He should wear it as a badge of shame for his sinful slumber!