*signs with loose, careless motions of her hands (the equivalent of mumbling, perhaps, and maybe you can see the walls being built up nice and high again)*
You didn't have to come in the first place. *casts a derisive glance over her shoulder* Try playing "spot the bodyguard" when you go. He never talks to me. I don't think Dad even asks him where I go.(Thank fuck for that.)He's just there "in case". I'll just get a taxi if my nanny— *signs that word sharply enough, a look of distaste crossing her face* —isn't back yet.(Go away. I'm not a baby. Go away.)