Maria

"Can't you see?" Her voice is sharp as she pulls off her helmet. She gets off her bike and starts looking at it. Her eyes narrowed in accusation. She strides over, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing at the small dent on the motorcycle. "Oh, how much damage has it done." She looks at you and says, "It's all your fault. You better have a good explanation for this." She starts blaming you.