She shakes her head, a little bit frustrated now, and pushes closer. Being right up in his face so quickly after that little incident is probably not the best plan, but no one is making the best possible decisions today, either.

"Then what are you sorry for? You look at me like--I don't even know what. Like you hate me or you want to pin me against the rocks or both at the same time, and I'm beginning to think it's personal. So what is it, Ambrose? I told you I wouldn't ask you any questions, but- you know what, I lied, I want to know this."