She snorted, casting Harry a rueful look. "The same shit I'm always sorry for... Losing my temper, overreacting, being a bitch... Take your pick."
She sobered up again in a moment, sighing. "Look. I still want to know what's going on. But I should know better by now than to do anything when I first get mad. It never goes well."
She decided to sit down, anyway, even if she wasn't invited. This whole business was awkward, and she could at least avoid feeling like she was at the front and center of a classroom. "Harry, you're my friend and I trust you... Which is why this is so confusing. It doesn't seem to match up at all."