Just then, he was almost overpowered with the desire that she just go away. It didn't even matter where she went, or why, or even if she was likely to come back. He just wanted his apartment back, to make it quiet again, where he was in control of what went in and out, and he could go back to doing... whatever it is he could manage. It hardly needed to be very much. Accomplishment was for other people.
He spoke abruptly, as if just remembering he was meant to do so. "What do you want?"