In all honesty, Troy had put two and two together and had figured this whole rash of anger on the networks and within the city was related to some sort of dream event, again. What's more, it was likely related to dreams as well, as her dreams were quite emotionally effective, especially considering all she kept having to go through in them.
So he actually wasn't that angry at her, he knew where it came from, and it wasn't completely over the line because of that. Now, some of the things she said though, that was got to him; because it meant she actually thought it, her being angry was really just meaning she was able to say the things she truly felt, things she might usually keep to himself. That was what scared him. That she truly believed those things, or at least had thought those things at times.
When he slipped into the home, out doing whatever it was that Troy did throughout the day, the first thing he noticed was the sound of movement in the kitchen. Clara was up, and cooking. He almost thought of avoiding her, assuming she was angry still. Regardless though, he moved towards the kitchen to at least check on her, worried that this might affect more than her emotions. Standing in the doorway, he took a look at her and raised a brow, "Morning."