For some reason she didn't feel quite comforted by that. Sure, he was speaking slowly, but it looked like he was annoyed. At her most likely. Good grief, another one who didn't care for her anymore. This definitely wasn't what she wanted, she didn't want to yell anymore, or fight. She was tired, so tired. "Fine, whatever," she mumbled eating a biscuit from the tray and taking a sip of her tea before she said anything more.
That she most certainly didn't believe. And all they ever did was stick up for each other. They wouldn't have to put up with her much longer as it was. "I don't want to be here anymore, not with the lot of you. You're all so.." she shook her head. "I was better off dyin at home." Then she got up, grabbed another biscuit and went to go.