She gets angrier

"I can't belive it ... Terrorists? Really?" She growls furiously.

"No one will ruin my day, no one!"She continues istearically finishing to apply the suncream on her belly and clevage.

"If they want me to move form here, they'll have to shoot me." She snorts laying back down on the towel and covering her face with her panama.

As minutes pass, Camille feels her confidence grow.

"So? Where are the gunshots? Where are the screams?" She asks out loud.

Silence, only interrupted by the lapping of the waves on the shoreline.

If there had been actually armed men out there, apparently the concierge was right and they must have been drawn off easily, thinks Camille feeling the tension finally leave her body.

"Fuck this place and fuck the terrorists!" Mutters the redhead before dozing off.

It's around noon when a stinging pain wakes her up.