In the end, she still swore - in her mind and in Japanese - but rather weakly, because swearing loudly would be impolite, and besides, it would bring her down to the level of a snowman.
- I've got an idea!.. - she finally managed to distance herself enough from her indignation to put the incoherent sounds into words. - She thinks too much! She's gone gray prematurely!
She kicked a small stone, almost hitting her toes in her sandals.
- You don't have to go anywhere tomorrow, don't encourage her whims, - she angrily tells the cat girl. - I'm sure you can find more productive things to do.