She ignored his first question because he knew the answer and there was no reason to even address it. She instead waited for him to answer her question, but he gave her a ridiculous response and that only angered her more. Samara could count the number of times they had arguments on her fingers so while it was certainly a rare occurrence to be angry and screaming at her husband, it did not change the fact that it was quite easy for her to do so just then. He was baiting her, for whatever reason, while she was already stressed and confused and none of this was a good combination.
"Seriously, Eli?" She threw her hands in the air and then slapped them down on the arms of the chair. "I tell you all about these sodding nightmares - if that's what they even are - because I know you want to know about them, regardless of the fact that they make me feel like utter and complete shite just thinking about them. So I went ahead and talked about the damned things anyway - for you, to cure your intellectual curiosity - and not only do you keep the fact that you're having them as well from me but now you want me to play guessing games as to what they're about? That's absurdly unbalanced, Eli."