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When he didn't answer her, she simply closed the distance and glowered down at him, "Edel. Who the ******** is she?! You kept saying her name... Not Colche's..."

With his reaction, dispite how pissed the ******** off she was that he actually hurt the poor innocent girl, Antony had very little doubt in her mind that he was not sober. On top of that, Dr. Duvert had taken away his drugs before the date on the film.

It was after he had attacked her.

He had no drugs and he was in withdrawl.

Billy should have looked worse off.

"ARGH!" Antony growled to herself, kicking a chair in her rage before turning her eyes back to Doc Ock on the couch.

It didn't make sense!

"How could you?! She's a child!" The tattooed woman gave him a look of extreme disgust and distaste. "And where'd they take you?!" She continued, seething while she referred to the lab techs who dragged him out.

This was all giving her a headache.

The white room?

Where th-the cafeteria! When he transformed, he mentioned the white room then too. Her brain worked overtime as she tried to figure everything out. But there were so many things, and she was so angry.

Edel, she heard him repeat, and she was actually surprised when, for a moment, he looked as if he might cry. The moment ceased, and he finally replied.

Girlfriend?

Billy was, like her, one of the last people on this she'd expect to allow a signifigant other, and so the news befuddled her slightly. "You don't seem the type to have..." She murmured to herself before shaking her head abruptly and glaring at him once more.

And then clarity hit her. "You didn't see Colche did you? Did you?!" Antony demanded, determined to know the truth of all this before he even thought about leaving. Her voice got a little panicked. If they could do that to him and cage Jamal, what would they do to her? She wasn't exactly peaches and cream either.

Nevermind that.

She began to pace, unable to wait for his answer as she talked out loud to no one in particular. Maybe if she talked it out things would make more sense. "He attacked me... No one detoxes that fast though... Couldn't have been sober with how downright sloppy and giggly he was... They aren't like that..." Trailing off, her brow cinched in frustration. She had been forced, and she had seen men try and take advantage of a passed out girl at a party. The tape showed something different. "The mannerisms," she murmured all of a sudden, glancing over critically at Billy. "Not with the usual..."

Antony, having been around many druggies in her life, could definately tell the difference in mannerisms. True she couldn't pinpoint it down to the exact drug, but she could tell that what he had been on previously wasn't the same as that night.

Clawed fingers went to rub her temples as she growled, "I suggest you give me your side of the story before I make a eunich out of you." Her threat, may or may not have been real, but she definately believed he still owned the complete set of man parts still.

"And all your drugs were gone," she said slowly, as if trying to swallow all this information. "Would you have done that to her otherwise?"

"Just covering all the bases," she growled quietly, tails twitching behind her.

Antony stepped in front of him, blocking his way out. "No. You're going to apologize to her."

She rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips before shooing him back towards the couch. "Then you write a letter, and I'll deliver it. If s**t goes wrong I'll take the blame." The last statement was added as an after thought, and Antony looked up to the camera as if to tell whoever was up there that they couldn't misconstrue this.

"Oh you're not that broken," she grumbled, giving him a pointed look before going off to get a pen, paper, and envelope, all of which were set on the coffee table in front of him.