First statement screamed. Second statement angry, not screamed, but in hopeless tone.

“What the fuck!? ”I screamed to nobody in particular, my voice echoing in the bathroom.  There were tears in the corners of my eyes.

“The hell am I supposed to do!?” (1.1) 

Stated with trepidation, as if you don’t know what you’re getting into and are nervous for the future.

“Which raises the question,” I cut in, “What is the aim of this meeting?  I’m a little weirded out with you guys revealing your secret identities like this, or at least, pretending to.” (2.6) 

Spoken in a taunting voice. Shouted.

“Mannequin!”

He stopped and turned his upper body to face me.  His head cocked to one side.

“Yeah,” I said.  “You didn’t get me.”

“Hey!” I shouted.  “Come on!  Fight me!  Don’t you have the balls to take on a teenage girl?  Or are they one of the things you cut away!?” (12.7)