I don't know what you want from me. You get mad if I ask if you if you want me to pretend I never saw, you get mad if I ask, you get mad if I apologize? You know what? Fuck off.

[she actually sounds a little like she's had her feelings hurt, frustrated, tail lashing back and forth.]

You're so determined to hate me and assume the worst of me. I don't understand, but it isn't as if you'll explain to me why.

Guess I should be used to that. It's not like I was ever human to you anyway.