She balked as Pete lifted his voice, shying at his touch. But then he wilted a little, looking so defeated Kiki made a noise of worry; even Quincey noticed. The small dog nosed at Pete's feet as he assembled coffee, whining, and ignored Kiki when she called to him.
"You should be sorry," she sniffed, only because she didn't know how else to respond. It was easier to act as the aggrieved party than acknowledge the very real pain she was witnessing.