"No," she admits eventually; quiet, but frank. "But there's nothing to be done about it really--not by you, at least." A little derision slips back into her tone there without meaning, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. She--she really doesn't want to pick a fight; she doesn't know what's got her so suddenly bitchy. She doesn't need to needle this guy, she could just leave.
But she doesn't. Hugging herself, she says: "I guess I could have given you more benefit of the doubt, instead of just flying off the handle like that. My fuse is...shorter than it used to be, these days."
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"No," she admits eventually; quiet, but frank. "But there's nothing to be done about it really--not by you, at least." A little derision slips back into her tone there without meaning, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. She--she really doesn't want to pick a fight; she doesn't know what's got her so suddenly bitchy. She doesn't need to needle this guy, she could just leave.
But she doesn't. Hugging herself, she says: "I guess I could have given you more benefit of the doubt, instead of just flying off the handle like that. My fuse is...shorter than it used to be, these days."