[She takes his points. And she knows what he was trying to do. She knows what he is saying. Intellectually she understands but she's still so irritated. Especially when he says he trusts her. She knows he does. She doesn't need to be told things like she doesn't understand. But maybe he doesn't understand. And maybe she doesn't either.]

I don't know. [It's probably an unsatisfying answer but it's the truth] It's not instinct. I just don't know.

[She's not looking at him at all while she speaks because she feels embarrassed somehow. Weak. To be this worked up over--something so insignificant]

Perhaps it was surprise. Perhaps because who she works for. [Those are paltry excuses and there is more too it than that. It isn't just that woman but it's everything it seems. Digging at her until she just wants to say something she'll regret to release the tension. But she won't. She has more control then that. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath]

Forget it, ne? It's not important.