"That's exactly what you're trying to do. You want to protect me from people shooting at me, go ahead, I'm not going to stop you, because that's your job. You want to rush after terrorists, be my guests." She looked at him. "Do not tell me what to do, because this is what people have been doing since I've gotten here, after spending eighteen years like that. It's the entire reason why I would have rather died than have more people tell me what I should do and take all control from me."
She snorted. "Honest? By what? Talking to Sam? Or should I talk to G? Maybe we should pass notes, too. You were honest with me, you told me all of this already, very clearly, too. Now you're just... I don't know what you're doing, appeasing Sam, maybe. I have no idea, and right now, I'm not making any more decisions. Maybe the house it's a bad idea. I don't need anyone monitoring what I do. Maybe I should move in with April or Mikey." Neither of them treated her like a kid. "I... I can't decide now."