"No thanks to you," she spat angrily. It pissed her off that he was barring her entrance and it pissed her off that he had been so blasé about her predicament, as if her life hadn't hung in the balance. Of course she knew now that her life had never been at risk and that for her to even be angry about his reaction suggested some level of care which she couldn't possibly admit to. "Not that I ever needed your help, and I certainly didn't need to be rescued. Not by you." Her rage had simmered down far too quickly and her underlying embarrassment was starting to creep back. What in the hell had she thought she was doing by going to him? What had she expected to say?

With a single letter and a rash arrival at his door she'd managed to - in her eyes - tip the scales of power back in his favor. What had she done? She gave an insisted shove at the door but hoped he didn't admit her, what she really wanted to do was somehow retreat without actually seeming to be in retreat from him.

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