( She's well too old for a lecture, but his attempt makes her laugh. If he knew her better, he'd know the futility of expecting her to be more careful. )

I'm not leaving here either way.

( There's no anger or disappointment, only the casualness she seems to favor. )

If we're letting them use us, is it really an illusion of choice? Because I know something about not having a choice.

( She tips her head to the side, watching him. )

I wasn't the only one in that room. What were you doing there?