"Jesus Christ, you are relentless. No wonder you and Steve get along so well, how else would you have ever tolerated him," she said, and she tried to laugh at the end of her sentence, but it came out a little choked. Her hand dropped the last few inches, settling lightly, still tentative, like she wasn't sure more pressure was welcome yet. His anger was for her as much as it was in equal parts at her; she knew that. But it had been a hell of a few days even before she'd arrived in Starklandia, and since she'd landed, it had just been one thing after the other.
Maybe she'd see if Carol wanted to get her drunk again. Though that was probably the bad kind of feeling the urge to drink, right? Less about the way it had been that first night and more about just wanting all the fucking feelings to press pause on themselves for awhile.
She let out a deep breath. It was shakier than she'd like it to be; he'd disarmed her too thoroughly, on too many fronts. She had never expected this scar to rip itself back open. "I don't know. I haven't really sat down and made a thorough assessment of any theories about what this is. I've been more focused on the people, the....settling. I suppose there's a lot of surface level warning signs I've just completely missed. Huge failing on the part of the guy that trained me, don't you think?"