"They're all stacked against me anyway, why should I try and make them comfortable?" she asked, sounding as petulant as a child who had been caught fighting on the playground, but it sounded as though she had resentfully taken his point, even if she did think that the bridges he was talking about had been totally blown up.
"No, you're not the unreliable narrator here," she said, siding with him, because it wasn't his fault that Diego was being a confusing mess of mixed signals. "It's the rest of them - you're the only one reassuring me that I haven't gone completely bloody cuckoo. So er... thanks for that."
"So... do you think that you could talk to them? Tell them I'm not entirely bad news?" she asked hopefully.