It never ends

"I'm the one asking the questions here," she snarls. She shifts the frying pan in her hands, as if reminding you that it's there. "I'll ask you again. Why are you still here?"

The ship gives an ominous lurch as she speaks, but the woman seems unaffected by this. You, on the other hand, were not expecting it and have to grab on to a nearby table to avoid falling over.

The woman is glaring at you. She looks ready to use her frying pan if necessary.