We’ve made it to the Carpathia and they’re fixing up my arm.
When he slammed his fist down, Gwen’s nerves were so shot that she dropped the glass that was brought to her. The glass shattering when she didn’t immediately get it to stop from leaving her hand. Letting out an irritated groan that her body was reacting horribly to things. Poor Cal, he was becoming conflicted as hell right now. She looked up at him as somebody came by and brushed the little bits of the glass into a pan. She didn’t want anything now except to allow Cal to calculate his thoughts.
Gwen dropping her glass only made Cal angrier. Couldn’t anyone be quiet for two seconds so he could gather her thoughts, “Jesus Christ! Do you have to go off and drop a fucking glass? You’re thirty years old, not eighty.” He stood up, “Can’t anybody around here just shut the hell up for a second?” Something came over him just as it had at his breakfast with Rose this morning- Rose. He was filled with more rage than he had been. Suddenly, he grabbed the table they were sitting at and flipped it to the side. It crashed to the ground along with all its contents. In frustration and confusion, he turned and stormed out leaving Gwen among the ruins of the table.