There is tension in her jaw, a slight twinge of pain that is starting to build from her clenching her teeth into that tight set. Her breathing is steady, drawn in sharply through her nostrils as she tries to replay what she just said to him, what she pushed onto him. She's satisfied with it, even if she still feels sick to her stomach each time she has to explain everything all at once. If she was alone, she would have exhaled the air that is stuck in her lungs.

Swallowing, she keeps her gaze locked on him even if she's still not sure that she's processing what's around her anymore. It's a numbing feeling to have let things be pushed from her so quickly.

He speaks and she's pretty sure that isn't what she wants to hear. The lack of anything in his features makes her feel smaller. Like all the things she said, everything she let go of isn't enough. That he's still expecting more, that there's something she owes him.

She makes a soft sound, regret might be tucked in there, but she's not sure as her brow furrows in a moment of hurt. She lets it pass, her expression slipping back to something uncaring, "Actually, I don't have the time. Not for you."

It's the one time she hasn't put everyone else and their questions, their needs ahead of herself. "The other shuttle still has people I should check on." It's an excuse and a really shitty one at that, but she's not doing this.

She won't let another Hale Werewolf push at her again.