"I am not debating semantics with a book worm." Because she had been down that road, and it would just make her more aggravated and waste time. If you were digging in that deep on definitions and word choice than you probably knew you shouldn't be doing what you were doing.
Jayati ran a hand through her hair, snagging on her ponytail holder before pulling it out with a sigh and a near-scowl. Most days she wasn't that expressive, really, but when her mood was turning? Yeah, definitely. Every bit of her showed it. "No one looks out for themselves like Fair Ones. At least Vampires have sires, clans, Werewolves have packs. Everything could be a trap with the Fae." Which was especially terrible for Jayati, who didn't like analyzing her words, preferred everyone to be as direct as she was, and as literal.
Her lips twitched in disgust, eyes narrowing at him, "If it stays on the rails it's a bad plan, whatever she's doing." Because granted, Xi hadn't told her exactly what she was planning. Either to get under her sister's skin or to stop her from getting in the way. Probably the latter, the former was a perk. But war wasn't something Jayati wanted, and she had a feeling that was her sister's end game.