He gave in and paced, without apparent destination, a few steps toward the center of the room, flicking her with quick sideways glances, trying to read the unfamiliar features. One hand crept over the center of his chest a lot, a protective gesture at odds with the rest of his movements, which he went out of his way to be aware of. "Yes," he said, doing his best to avoid sounding like a petulant child. "I don't want you here. Or in the building. I want you to... to leave."