[Her hand moves before her brain is able to catch up. Margaret pitches the book directly at Vasiliy's face--hard. It's only a split second later does she realize this is probably a mistake with Vasiliy still having a gun in his hand, but in all honesty, it would be vastly preferable if he just shot her and put her out of her misery than to deal with this. At least she'd be dying for the principles of her country, in some weird, twisted way. Her teeth bared, her words come out as an enraged snarl.]

I am a major of the U.S. Army. I have worked ten years to climb the ranks and shed blood, sweat, and tears to earn the respect of my peers and superiors, and I will not stand idly and be debased by some--some man who thinks he can command me by simply having a gun!

[Her nostrils flare.]

Doesn't matter what you say, I'm keeping the damn ring! I deserve something nice for myself, after everything!