Was he sneering at her? Lisa blinked and her attention went back to the TV when she realized that he was taking whatever she'd said badly for some reason. What had it been? Lisa knew people who had thought she was strange and reacted poorly to her having delusions or hallucinations or refusing her pills, but they rarely sneered at her. It stung a little bit in a faraway corner of her mind that she wasn't letting surface. One negative thing turned into twenty way too quickly and she had Alice on the screen to keep them at bay. A chain event that led to her remembering the most negative thing in her life which would likely lead to a downslide. She'd had one of those earlier in the month and it wasn't time yet. Not time, not time, not time.
"You're kinda mean, y'know," she informed Marco quietly, knees drawn back up to her chest and chin resting on them, dark eyes on the screen. "Whatever's wrong with you and how you handle it isn't my fault. Me coming in here earlier than you and putting on a movie you don't like isn't my fault, either. I don't know why you have to be mean about it, I didn't do anything to you." There was no anger in her voice at all, because she wasn't angry, it was just sort of flat. She was stating facts without letting them effect her, focusing that section of her attention on the movie and what happened there. It was an old, old trick. "The White Queen is making Alice the right size again so she can do what she needs to. Got maybe twenty minutes left."