[ Maybe she was trying not to think it in such explicitly stated terms because even she can't fully face, accept, or decide if it's the truth or not. ] That's not what I said. [ Her gaze shifts to the counter top for the level, calm sentence, then lifts back to Caroline.
She's well aware it's not something she didn't say either, and it's as plain as can be, seeing the look in Caroline's eyes. That's why she pauses, grappling for some sort of follow-up. ] I don't - want to stay here. I wouldn't have.