She took a very deep drink, finishing it off, then placing it down on a passing tray. She did not like that he had so easily found her sore spot, it made her angry, made her feel weak and transparent.
"Perhaps you were lucky, you stay with your mother long enough and she'll do nothing but hurt you." she said quickly and much too flippantly, her tone sounding terrible to her own ears. She took another drag from the cigar, still having plenty left. "I'm perfectly happy in my web of disdain, my anger keeps me warm when the nights get cold and lonely."