She might be gaping like a fish out of water, while her brain attempts to understand what the hell he's saying.

It's still pretty vague. Last she talked to him, he and Anduin were definitely having a fight, even if Wrathion seemed unaware of of why.

Flustered, she turns her head to look at him, lips pressed together in confusion.

"What limitations, Wrathion? Are you two not together?"