You said that you wanted space. I've done my best to give it to you.

[When she folds her arms it's caught somewhere between her argumentative stance and a gesture of self-consciousness.]

You want me to address things directly? Fine. I spoke to Jim an hour ago, about every disgusting thing he said to you after the flood. I showed him his own words and demanded to know where the Hell he got off condemning you for something you almost allowed to happen when he turned around and did it himself. He had no words, and he will not bother you again. If he does, if he openly provokes you, I expect you to tell me, but I want to make it clear that it is highly doubtful that I'll stop you from breaking the little shit's face.

Also? How do you like your quarters?