[ She can't find words. Not after what he's saying becomes clear. Her mouth works, but nothing happens. Anger, betrayal, grief... it's all there, all coming in all at once and the only way she can deal with it is to set her jaw and work through it.
... she's not doing so well at working through it. Her hands are in fists -- she can feel her nails digging into her palms. She takes a few steps closer to him.
And slaps him. ]
Stay right there. [ And the anger is very apparent. She turns toward the door and stalks through it -- presumably to deal with Maeve while she has the anger for it. ]
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... she's not doing so well at working through it. Her hands are in fists -- she can feel her nails digging into her palms. She takes a few steps closer to him.
And slaps him. ]
Stay right there. [ And the anger is very apparent. She turns toward the door and stalks through it -- presumably to deal with Maeve while she has the anger for it. ]