[It makes noise. It makes the same baseless, pointless protests that anyone else would, that the man wielding the camera does, that he does. Floundering, ill-formed bursts of sound bubbling out from parted lips, and they do not care. It never matters, and none of them know to speak in a language that makes concessions for the landscape of someone else's head.
A strangled, rasping sound bursts out from the back of their throat as they rear back, possibly attempting to slam the back of their head into hers. It emerges like the beginnings of a hoarse cough, dragging like broken glass over stone, wordless and devoid of any meaning secondary to a boiling, swelling rage.]
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A strangled, rasping sound bursts out from the back of their throat as they rear back, possibly attempting to slam the back of their head into hers. It emerges like the beginnings of a hoarse cough, dragging like broken glass over stone, wordless and devoid of any meaning secondary to a boiling, swelling rage.]