Nothing about this spoke to a pleasant end to the evening. All her intelligence was long gone, left behind in her own condo and just replaced by anger with a healthy dash of stupidity. It wasn't entirely unexpected stupidity though, for all the parts of her life she sought to retain control over now... her reaction to things that reminded her of her past was one thing she had never been able to maintain a grip on.
She despised that fact, but here she was flying off the handle when that could only get her into trouble.
Eliina didn't want to be in his home, invited or uninvited. He was giving her no choice by being so rude as to just walk away, yes that was it. Nevermind the fact that she was screeching at him from the hallway. She was determined that the box would be left in his hands and her own would be empty by the time she left and nothing as simple as etiquette that had been ingrained in her from such an early age would stop that pursuit.
"Yes. Shove it, take it, give it to some more deserving woman." Eliina rattled off quickly as she advanced after him, her anger beginning to fade to some pained sense of desperation. "You don't have to say it, your actions speak far louder than words." She pushed the box toward him again plaintively. "Please just take it. I will go, just take it." Eliina was nearing the end of her rope, as tenuous as a hold as she seemed to have on it anymore. And yes she would lay that blame on him now. Did he want her to cry? She would and not because she was the sort of woman who used tears to get what she wanted, but just because it meant that much to her.
It just reminded her far too much of what she had worked so hard to get away from. "I can't take your gift, I WON'T take it. Just take it back." Her face screwed up for a moment as if she was trying to force herself to say something, which she was. "Please. Anthony." She even used his first name. Woah. The gift was pushed towards him one last time.