When he ignored her barrage of questions she only became more incensed. She wanted answers, she wanted an explaination. "Tell me Steve how do you forget something like that?!" she repeated, louder yet, moving closer to him. Verity didn't know what she was looking for, there was no way to make this make sense, no way to make it easier to just accept- she wanted a fight; she had too much agression and not enough outlets.
"France? You said I was supposed to be in France! Stop saying 'it'!" she snapped. "What was it. How do you know? I want the details. I want to know what you know, what happened to me." The fact that she didn't know, that she had to rely on someone else made her shakey, though she was getting quieter.