That gets the tension right back into her shoulders. She was trying to distract herself, she realizes. Trying to forget about the horrible death she's driving herself toward. What a fucking idiot she is, Christ. It'd be a miracle she was still alive, if she didn't know exactly how she'd gotten this far. Was she really paying back her continued existence with these clowntown fuckups?

Her tone is a bit lower, a bit more wary, but she refuses to be entirely scared. Not while she's in front of this asshole. "But lemme guess," she says, "you're not gonna tell me shit."