Eve did not honestly know where all that had come from. And her face, completely still and emotionless... Didn't show that at all. Good thing she wasn't easily intimidated, or she might start crying any minute.
"I don't want to patronize you, but I think you're just channeling your anger towards someone who isn't to blame for it." She told her honestly, as calmly and collected as she could. "I'm not trying to insult you, I just asked if you were okay, and didn't let you leave when you wanted to go, on that obviously less than stellar ankle-" Even pointed at it to make a point. "-just because I arrived. You don't look the type, but do you know how lame and weak that made you look? You don't apologize for that, you were here first!"
She was still not leaving. Eve had changed, but not that much.
"And no, I do not know how much you get of anything, I don't...even...know...you." Eve spoke slower now. "I tried to ask just now, and you fired away at me with your somewhat righteous anger."
Eve sighed, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on top of her knees. "Are you grieving? Because you went from depression to anger in a second, like you're going through all the grieving stages in one single day."
She honestly did not mean to sound catty or sarcastic, but she couldn't help sounding like it a little. This wasn't helping.