While there was indeed a difference between being a listener and hovering, Myka was also frustrated and annoyed and feeling extremely out of place. Honestly, it was similar to how she felt when she first was transferred to the Warehouse. When she didn't want it, when she wanted her old life. Before it became her home and where she was happiest. Even with Artie's annoying tendencies and never just giving her cases, always having orders. She had grown so used to that, that when she was shown where she was happiest, it was too perfect. And yes, she had managed to break out of it, break the others out of it but still. This was like she'd been before that and so, Anatoly was hovering if he actually was only listening.
There were a lot of things that Myka hadn't gotten a chance to process. She had tried working through the guilt and regret, thought that by being away from the Warehouse, that would make up for it, but it hadn't. Especially when she saw how much she had made things worse. And while she had come to terms with her own actions for the most part, they still haunted her. Especially lately. Getting captured just made it worse, putting Helena in danger when she was supposed to be protecting her. And the way she was, being forced to confront all of it when she wasn't ready would just trigger her need to fly, to run away.
"Of course you are." Rolling her eyes, Myka contemplated her drink for a moment. She was beginning to feel slight side effects from the previous ones, but she was nowhere near numb enough to deal with the memories yet. Because while she knew that facing pain was important and not shutting it off less you try to destroy the world... but she also didn't have that in her. So there was that.
"So they say, but sure... time."
It wasn't like Myka was impatient, but she was just frustrated and anxious and after all the stress that had been going on, finally decompressing from it all was taking a large toll on the agent. It was this point she decided to take another sip of her drink.