“Yes, I very much dare insult your father. Seeing as of currently he can’t do anything…” she shrugged. A little voice in the back of her mind told her to shut up and be kind, the girl was as stressed as she was, but she ignored it. It was fun to be the person yelling for once.
"STOP BOTHERING ME!!!" Susan roared, suddenly the room turned cold as ice, it was paralyzing. Her voice instilled terror in any who heard it, it compelled you to so as she said. It was the voice of death. Of course, Susan didn't even know she could so this, so she was stunned too. She watched as the windows frosted over, and felt the room grow cold from fear.
Maddie took the fabric shears from her belt and pointed them at Susan. "If you don't get a handle over your emotions and act like a proper guest I will attempt to reunite you and your father right now. I hate death, but I do not fear it. Because darling I'm am mad, mad as a hatter." she gesture to a chair, "So sit down, have some tea, and help up put together the pieces."