"He could have at least said something," she bites, more in a rise of anxiety than actual spite. She snaps the book shut and offers it back to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

On one hand, she had left him boiling in anger and sounding as though he might literally eat her should she push him any further, and on the other... on the other, she knows somewhere deep down that she can't continue to run from him, if they're going to make eternity work at all.

Either way, Duke is right, and she doesn't exactly want to pester him for answers he's not likely to give her. Desperate as she is, she still doesn't exactly want to discuss this with an almost stranger.

"...thanks," she finally mumbles, turning to go, embarrassed and hurt by her failed preparations.