"Babe?" Steve called.

"Stupid motherfucking asshole. How dare he?" Motun mumbled as she wore her clothes.

Steve moved over to the edge of the bed so he was facing her. "I know this is beyond the conference. It is something you saw, right? What's up?"

"Son of a bitch." She pulled her jacket over forcefully, almost tearing it. "I'm not mentally fit?" She scoffed. "Okay, then. They are about to see madness. Raw one. Unfiltered. Hehehee..." She added in native accent

By this time, Steve had sat down to watch her curse. He had seen this side of her before. Someone had said something about her being unwell too back...