Florence despised being on unsteady ground. She didn't like not knowing things. Emotionally, she'd always been slightly vulnerable, but mentally, at least, she could usually hold her own. Not here. And Freddie Trumper, the King of Mixed Signals, wasn't exactly helping.
These people knew Freddie's version of the story. They didn't know his tendency to yell, to scold, to nitpick the tiny details of every single thing she did. They didn't know how he could start a fight with even the most loving peace-maker. They'd never seen him criticize her, alone and in public. As for her tendency to alienate people, it was never intentional. It never had been. She wasn't raised to make friends, she was raised to challenge people and come out on top. It was partially why, even when they were at their best, she and Freddie always managed to argue and bicker.
And Florence wasn't exactly an idiot, either. She wasn't naive. She knew she'd been in the wrong, devoting herself so completely to Anatoly, a married man. But she'd already told Freddie, back at the hotel, that she'd be leaving anyway. She'd had enough. It didn't count for much, she knew. And there was the issue of Anatoly's wife and children, as well. But she didn't think it meant she deserved to be dragged across hot coals and broken glass for the rest of her life. Especially if this place was going to make that period even shorter.
Still, she accepted the necklace, her hand shaking a bit as she did so. Why were they even arguing about this nonsense when he was offering her help with demon possession! She was torn between wanting to burst into tears and wanting to slap him just for the hell of it. Instead, she all but whispered, "thanks," before putting on the rather terrifying looking pendant and tucking it beneath the collar of her shirt.
"Try to win me back?" she asked incredulously, a hint of a smirk on her face. Was that what he'd called that display in Bangkok? Furthermore...win? She wasn't some damned prize, not a trophy in the battle between he and Anatoly. It explained a lot, actually. "You've made it perfectly clear that's not on your agenda, believe me." Shifting from foot to foot, Florence gave a half-hearted shrug. "I don't know, Freddie. I came down here for a reason, after all. Are you going to spend the entire time telling me what an awful person I am?" Because she already knew that. She didn't need him for it.