Oh, now she knew something was up. Something major. If he wouldn't even admit to having any urge to return to her... Maybe he hadn't wanted to. Maybe he was actually glad to have the opportunity to be rid of her without coming off looking like the bad guy and now he was caught.
Carefully, she scooted back, untangling herself from Remy's blanket and pulling into herself, her knees to her chest and her arms around them. "Fine, then," she said, refusing to look right at him. "S'all you had to say." Hadn't all the time she'd spent with him meant a damn thing? She'd been starting to think... But no, clearly that was entirely wrong. Besides, there was Mickey to consider. Not here, obviously but...
Ugh. Her mind was getting away from her. At that moment, she was in a strange man's couch-bed with an angsty Time Lord beside her. Brilliant. Instead of arguing, she pulled out the book she'd received, flipping through it's pages and giving several a quick scan.