Left alone, maybe...maybe the realization of what she'd done would sink in. But between Katie's power, Amelia's anger, and Geordie capturing her hands, her desperate anger rises up into something nearing panic.

"You are! Fuck. Let me go!" Her voice rose, growing more shrill as she continued, the mellow artist misplaced by something else entirely. She jerked in Geordie's grip, trying to twist away from both him and Amelia even as they circled her, her eyes fixed solely on her unfinished painting. "Stop it! Let go! I need to work."