You -- ? [She has to bite down on her lip, hard enough that she nearly breaks the skin, to stop herself from snaping "you what?" An instinctive lashing out at anything.

She buries her fingers into her hair, curling them into fists and pulling at it.] How am I supposed to deal with something like that? I could disappear any day and -- [She shakes hear head back and forth violently, eratically.] It's all stupid. I hate this! I hate it!