[It isn't fair, how understanding he is, for something that she is so utterly disgusted with herself for.]

I - am not sure I could tell you. [She turned her head once he sat down, eyes fixating on the line of light underneath the door. Mostly for something to focus on, even though she seemed to be glaring at it.]

I wasn't. Thinking. Anders - - [She cut off with a sigh.] I would explain it if I could, but I - am not certain it was even-- [She cut off again, frustrated.]

It has been a long time, since I have snapped like that. I'm sorry.