[Her clawed hands ball into fists, and before she can even think through a measured response, she's already erupting into--] What am I supposed to do if you haven't told me anything?!

[The most she's gotten out of him is that he's from Shibuya, and he's waiting for someone. More than that, though, she feels annoyed, almost like he's been humouring her or stringing her along this whole time. She's even more annoyed that this isn't the first time she's heard this, and last time it was from her best friend, no less.

If a stranger is saying it too, is it really the truth? Does she really just force her view on people and make them play along?

She lets out a frustrated growl.] Fine! If getting help is so awful, leave any time you want!

[She snatches up her snacks (she's still hangry) and stalks off towards her room. What a jerk.]