She had heard him loud and clear. She walked out into the living room where he huffed and puffed like some big bad wolf. "I'm not your call girl John. You don't have to yell at me to come out and speak to you. Though, with the attitude I'm not sure I want to." She crossed her arms defensively over her chest just as the cat had ran behind her legs hissing at John.
He had asked her not to see Richard, but when she was lonely and he was the only one that came forth to treat her like a lady, John's wishes became obsolete. If he couldn't stick around and treat her like a person, why was she even here?