He was kind of shouting at her, which was more or less what she'd expect, actually, after confronting him like that. The vastly more important thing was what he was saying, no matter what tone it was in. She tried to process it, but she still wasn't sure she knew exactly what he meant. Maybe she'd just gotten so used to being confused it was going to be a permanent state now.
She tried to yank her hand away, although she didn't try very hard and his grip was pretty strong. She felt angry, without actually being angry. She was just on edge. On the edge of everything. "Good." Still looking up at him intently, no one as confused as her should ever have been allowed to sound as certain as she did when she spoke. "I'm not sorry either."