She walks up to him like she wants a fight, but it's hard to instigate with calm people. Scared people are easy to push around. Angry people are easy to push back against. Calm people just make her feel like the crazy one. Is she supposed to be an asshole to him now? Play nice? Pretend none of it is true? If he's got even two brain cells to rub together, he wouldn't fall for it anyway. Whatever's in her file probably laid that bare in an instant.

"They're just big beds," she says, tightly. "You can roll over on them five times and not hit the other side."