"Okay, but —" Alfred protested, holding one hand up either to defend himself from Zelda's wild gesticulating or to try and catch her arm to get her to stop, he wasn't really sure. She was angry, now, and he got it. He did. He would not have been particularly interested in hearing any of Zelda's friends make comments like that about her, either, and he rather wished Jo had kept that particular thought to herself. But: "Do you have to be mad at me about it?"