[Her shoulders are shaking as he approaches her, but the more she collects herself the more angry she starts to feel about the whole situation. Some part of her knows he's probably from a world that doesn't understand the delicate science of necromancy, but it just gets washed down in a sea of panicked hormonal rage that is just the perfect excuse for hiding how small and afraid she feels.]

You idiot! You could have gotten us both killed! You nearly scared me half to death, if I'd lost control- no one can fight a loose risen, they just kill and kill until they get tired and it takes days! Days! We might have lost half of the quarantine by then! If you'd just given me a moment to explain instead of flying off the handle-!

[Her eyes are streaming with tears during all of this, and at this point she starts scrambling to get a handkerchief from her bag and dry her eyes. She's shaking head to toe now from some overwhelming mixture of rage and fear and the dead person is still trying to get her attention. Abruptly she turns to look at the mangled corpse.]

Will you shut up, you pathetic little man. [It quiets him for a second, at least, but Letha really isn't handling this pressure very well.]