"It's true!" You fucking moron. Except she didn't tack that onto the end. "I don't even hate you, although I'm sure you think I do." Joanie's life was full of hate and blackness and dark things and emo, so why wouldn't she assume that everyone was out to get her? But for Gabby, there was no reason to hate another person right now. "And you can hate me as much as you want. I know anything else would be too much of a stretch for you."
Oh, how nice. Someone was 'interested' in her health. "You really are?" Gabby asked, showing disbelief. "Because you sure do have an odd way of showing it." Leaving was not an option right now. Maybe she actually wanted to belong somewhere. She had taken care of Isobel and she had been glad to do it - not just because it made her feel good, but because the results could have ended up saving the girl's life. Maybe no one wanted Gabby around, but she had helped someone. And she would get to do it again because it seemed like selfless acts of kindness were far and few in between in a place like Bellum Letale.