She turns and looks at Doc, eyes wide with disbelief. She simply cannot believe him right now. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she thinks he's trying to help, but every word comes out like a whip lash. Undermining her decision to leave (when did I tell you comin' back was ever on the table?), reiterating the fact that Demeter had to bail them out (because you couldn't make good on your word, and just keep your goddamn eyes open), and then making her sound like a goddamn coward for leaving the bar (you're running away because you're in over your head, you don't know what to do).

When he turns to look at her, she can hardly keep herself from glowering at him.

"He don't know what he's talkin' 'bout," she grits in reply to Bill, though her eyes are riveted on Doc. It takes real effort to look away. She walks off until he's out of her sight.

"You don't remember?" she murmurs, eyes on Bill when she's had a chance to bring her conflicting emotions back under control.