"It wasn't meant to be a bloody vacation," she spits, ducking under another swinging fist so she can kick out the hooded woman's legs. She goes down into the sand and Sylvie plants her heavy boot on the woman's throat, ignoring her as she kicks and squirms and tries to get free.

"I wanted to find out what was going on," she tells Loki, which is exactly what she had told him when suggesting they ought to go and is honestly only about half the truth. Maybe she had thought it would be fun, just the two of them on this stupid island. Not that she cared about the music or even the food, but a chance for them to be somewhere else, if only for a little while, it had been very appealing.

So, yes, she's angry it hadn't gone her way, too.