Cordelia stared at him as though he'd sprouted a second head, her jaw just barely refraining from falling to the table in shock. "Are you high?" she asked after a second, scarcely able to believe what she was hearing. She looked him up and down then snorted, sitting back a bit and shaking her head.
"Our methodologies differ. I cannot believe you seriously just said that!" Sitting up straight once more, she stared at him from across the table. Her gaze was intent.
"You. Are. The. Enemy." She stared at him a second longer before shrugging. "I don't know how much more clear I can be, here. You're the bad guy. You're the reason I chose to keep my visions rather than live a normal life, a life I deserved to live!"
A heavy sigh and she slumped a bit, some of the air leaving her sails. Cordelia glanced toward the table as the fight abruptly drained from her. She was tired of fighting, tired of being angry and having him be so damned logical about it all. It was confusing her, making it difficult to stay in tune with her righteous indignation and borderline rage.
"You may not have lied, Jason," she finally stated in a low, even tone. "But you weren't exactly honest and forthcoming either." Slowly, she peered back up at him. Her expression was a pained one before it changed to something more unreadable as she glanced away, sniffing in disdain.