The thought of her mother's jewelry, her grandmother's zither, in the hands of this filth is too much for Kylah to bear. Everything that has happened to her today--no, more than that, over the past week--seems to erupt with volcanic fury.
"I said no!" she cries, recovering from the shove and latching onto her bag for dear life. "How dare you put your hands on me! Let go!" As small as she is, Kylah manages to keep hold of the straps as she spits out: "It is mine!"