Lita knew a dismissal when she saw one. Still, she had a job to do and furthermore, Graham needed to know he wasn't going to leave when things got rough. And they were going to get rough. If Frost thought the battlefield arm stitching he'd done on his own as the worst sort of shit to go through, he was going to be in for one hell of time during his come down from the Prax.
So she recognized his turning away from her, saw it for what it was. She wasn't his friend right now, she was his doctor. It wasn't just his life depending on her but also the livelihood of anyone in Austin using Frost's freenet. Graham had given the city a semblance of normalcy with his invention. He'd gifted thousands upon thousands of residents with comfort and commerce where there was none. Should Frost succumb to his addiction, what would happen to Austin? Would it crumble like so many other thriving cultures before it? Lita didn't care to find out.
She wasn't going to lose Graham like he'd lost Torrie to wash. There was too much at stake, too much to lose. There was so much in her life she couldn't control; Savannah's grief, Capitol men breathing down her neck at every turn, the Annhilator's unhealthy fixation on her. Graham as something she could control. Graham was something she could fix. And Lita intended to do just that.