"Don't touch me!"
The voice is a snarl, lower pitched than her own. A male voice, with a foreign accent.
She wrenches her hand away from his grasp, pushes herself up onto her feet.
"...don't touch me..." she repeats, in her own voice, hard and cold and... dazed.
Her gaze is blank, her eyes full of madness.
Softly she starts singing to herself in a language he doesn't recognise as she walks calmly and quickly away, heading back to the theatre.
"Lamma bada yatathanna
Lamma bada yatathanna
Hubbi jamalu fatanna
Aman' aman' Aman' Aman
Aw ma bi LaHzu asarna
Aw ma bi LaHzu asarna
Aman' aman' Aman' Aman
Ghusnu thana Hinamal
Aman' aman' Aman' Aman"