[The look she gives him is hard and unforgiving, flinty. Underneath all that, she's hurt. Why does he think she'd tell? Why does he think she needs to be told? She knows all about secrets, and this has the mark of something very secret.]

I'm not a child, and I'm not stupid. There's a reason I didn't say anything over the network.

[She crosses her arms over her chest, glancing away. The armor creaks and shifts as it presses together under the force of her anger.]

You're wasting time persuading me of things that are common sense.