An Incident Report

I heard bad language, which quickly became worse language - Angel was running out of the bathroom, and Cloud was going - help, I need a word here - ballistic? radioactive? something, in the bathtub... I closed the door, and scooped her up, and was shocked by just how mad she was. Comforting her was out of the question. I could tell that she was just barely controlling her instinct to smack the hell out of anyone. She managed not to murder her human, who managed to transport her to the dining room table, which seemed the safest location for releasing the little - again, I need a noun - she was gibbering mad! I did have words with Angel later (not particularly repentant, wouldn't you know).