It's both. She s a passionate person about her beliefs. I warned her to be quiet and write a letter or something as soon as I started seeing her get heated about it. It was like watching a fuse get lit, she was at first incredulous, then bothered, and then mad. I knew I was in trouble. I told her I didn't want her ruining my lunch and if she made a scene I was going to be pissed. She did anyway. I felt justified at the time after begging her not to make a scene, but in retrospect not my finest moment. By the way, I finished her sandwich and fries too. Worst part of this is we were on the way to a weekend of shows I was playing in Albany and Saratoga and she didn't talk to me all weekend and stayed at hotel instead of coming to shows.