Awkward and you attempt to fight back.

There is no way you are going to let anyone cut up your bras without retort. "Masha! What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy!", you yell immediately feeling awkward about the outburst. You walk over and grabbed the cut up bras. In disgust you raffle through the parts to see if anything is salvageable. You are fuming you have let it come to this and disappointed in your self for letting it happen. As you are in thought Masha, whispers inaudibly, "Try me, bitch."

Finding nothing you turn your attention back to Masha, "Yo...you need to do something about this. Maybe...you didn't know these were all my bras, maybe you thought I would approve b...but I need bras. I don't know how long we will be stuck here and I'm going to need support." Masha's eyes flash with raw emotion but not emotion you are familiar with. She aggressively moves toward you and forcefully tells you, "I suggest you back off or else you are about to find out you were right about one thing you flippantly said a second ago."