"Yes, I did re-" However, whatever she was going to say was cut off by him taking the bag from her hands. He hadn't snatched them; nevertheless, he managed to prick at her ire, by the nerve of him. "Return my bags this instant, Arthur." She could have grabbed them from him but she refused to fall into a childish squabble with him. Turning her nose down at him, back straight and eyes flashing in indignation, she said, very much the irritated lady, "If you would rather discuss something else. Than say so. Rather than wasting both our time making demands that aren't any of your business."
Back straighter, she continued, "I don't see what else we have to say on the matter. I've told you everything I know; however, if you have something else to say, other than attempting make me feel guilty, then please. By all means. Say it. If you don't, I'm going to go show, Gwen what I brought for her. You can come and look at your shirts when you're in the mood." That said, she held out her hands. She probably could have handled that better. She knew he cared and she knew he was concerned and confused and worried. But she was irritated with him and she wouldn't be made to feel as if any of this was some fault of hers. "My bags, Arthur."