Jagged blots of color lanced across her vision, the thoughts near her becoming more erratic, the voices louder. Shards of yellow and panicked red flickered in Kaede’s vision like so many terrified birds, discoloring the floor and walls and making it difficult to see properly whenever the ice-person raised his voice. Which was often.

"Before my head explodes," she muttered to Zancrow between grit teeth, covering one eye with her somewhat free hand in an attempt to block out some of the noisy thought-colors. She didn't snap at anyone to shut up--there were enough loud noises.