[Her shriek goes up in time with his yell, and she presses herself back further against the corner of the vending machine while he scrambled away.]

I don't, I don't want, I don't, I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't want them I'm sorry I didn't mean to I'm sorry!

[Her hands buried into her hair and her face had buried in her knees as she repeated her terrified pleas for mercy. She'd gotten caught, this was what she got for going out, she should have known, it was what she got.]

Take them, take them all, I don't want them I'm sorry you can have them!