Chamo should have spoken softer. Winry turned her head to see a boy (and a little ermine, but obviously that wasn't what was talking, right?).

Winry stared at him.

She stared.

And stared.

And stared.

And then she shrieked, leaped to her feet -- amazing how energized she felt -- and ran right at him, swinging a punch at his face (the boy, not the ermine).

(She missed her wrench. Where had it gone?)