Aimee's hands shot out and gripped the bars in pure frustration. She was beyond angry. Frollo had come in here, perhaps not with bad intentions initially and then had the nerve just to walk off after touching her. After trying to do things to her. She had gotten what she asked for, death, but not without having to suffer the sick madness that went on in her Uncle's head. She felt throwing her arms around and stamping her feet.
"Enjoy life alone you sick, sick man!" she screamed back at him, watching him walk away hopelessly. She let go of the bars and groaned. There was one thing she wanted to do know, and she knew she wouldn't get the chance. Say goodbye to Phoebus. The guard she initially asked shot a glance at her.
He had seen what had just happened, yet it seemed he wasn't going to act upon it. It was pointless to continue ranting, to continue hoping. Giving up, she sat on the cold floor and buried her face in her hands. It was going to be a long night's wait.