[she tenses, hands freezing on the religious totem she had been about to lift from its spot on the altar in front of her, head craning ever so slowly in the direction of the crash and the quickly closing doors, eyes narrowing at the unwelcome voice that she doesn't recognize.]
What the bloody hell [releasing the totem carefully and turning with crossed arms and a cocked hip] do you think you're doing?
THERE I MADE HER
What the bloody hell [releasing the totem carefully and turning with crossed arms and a cocked hip] do you think you're doing?
For that matter, who in the bloody hell are you?