He's joking, but the words stick to her skin like burrs, and she's suddenly so angry. It sputters in her, though, twisting like a serpent looking for an exit big enough and finding nothing. She hardly ever fights, only rarely argues: it's just easier, always, to let that serpent settle and die so she can just move on.

But Vanya is being forcibly moved on, and if she's never going to see him again, then what does it matter if she yells, just once? It's a fight to hold onto that anger, but she spins around fast enough that her hair goes flying.

"No, because you never want to hang out with me. You only ever come to ask me for--" Okay, well, she'd rather not yell about that, but it's the entire source of her anger, so though she cuts herself off, she still glares at him.