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"Yes." It's an answer to both things he's said as she goes over to gather her things. They seem a little off, she notes with a frown, but that could be because she bumped them when she got up, or maybe Freya had started to move them, after all.
"Your conversation with Freya seemed personal. I thought it would be better if I left."
She checks her phone first, unlocking the screen to see if it's as she left it. It had been a big decision to make, and she'd been stalling, but she believed herself ready now. Hopefully.
"You act like there was something for me to notice." She flicks her finger across the screen to see who the new contact is!
Of course, she did hear what Freya had been murmuring, but Rebecca's 'I don't gossip' policy was currently in 'don't tell anyone' mode, which mean Silas, as well. It wasn't her business, anyway. If Freya thought it best she not know, she could have kicked her out from the start or otherwise made it clear she shouldn't speak about it.
Her eyes widen in surprise at the name on the screen, then narrow as it registers how the number would have had to get there at all. Add to that her mix of worry and fury at him anyway and the implied danger with his words and she was already on edge.
"Well, it's not." Her brows knit as she looks back at Silas. "Why is your number in here?" Why couldn't he just give it to her like a normal person?
Oh. Right. Because he was Silas Calloway, and that would be beneath him.
"Yes. Normally, people ask. It's less creepy." He doesn't have to delete; she's already working on it, though she hasn't blocked him. Not that he might not just hack to undo that, too.
"Why assume it's a burner?" She wants to hear his personal thoughts on this one. It should be good. In the meantime, she grabs her sweater and starts putting it on in a one-armed fashion. Stupid medical rooms needing to be cold.
Halfway through, she chuckles. "That's twice now."
"You left your phone but there's not much on it. That could suggest that you left it here as a plant for me to find certain things you wanted me to find."
She raises her brows, both at the assumption as well as the idea that she'd want him to find anything, let alone plant it.
"Well, four times now, actually," she realizes after a moment, smoothing the fabric of her sweater before putting her phone in her pocket where it belonged. "Maybe more.
"Either way, you're wrong. So at least four times in which you've made assumptions about me which are wrong. I don't even want to know why you'd think I'd bother planting false evidence of anything, let alone for it to be found on purpose. It's not like you haven't hacked into my files before now." Her eyes narrow as she pauses, looking at him again with suspicion.
"Unless that's exactly why you would ask." Besides his being paranoid on top of that. She frowns, disliking the idea intensely, to the point she is ready to go out that door now and never bother giving him a piece of her mind or any other form of her time ever again.
This was exactly why she hated that her family was on file.
Beyond the screen the phone opened up to, there's no sign of contact between Rebecca and D, deleted or otherwise. It was a potential preemptive measure, but with the increased anti-meta activity and violence, she'd been caught by the need to know if anything did happen to her father.
Too bad she already told Silas she hadn't heard anything and was sticking to that decision.
"No." She crosses her arms over her chest, the chair between them now. "I'm not.
"I've spent the past few days being here off and on since you were first admitted and stabilized - and I hate hospitals and anything like them." It was embarrassing to think about what that meant that she willingly did so, but she's not focusing on that now.
"I'm still not sure why I did it. Not when you pulled Mike off to a roof before blowing him up in Tutorial. Or making your opinion very well known when it comes to what you think about people like me." Her voice hardens and drops at the last part, staring him down. He won't deny the last part, at least. She'd bet money on it. But he asked, and the past few days had not only caught up to her, but found an outlet.
His amusement doesn't help her mood any. She shifts her weight to one side as she stares at him, trying to assess if the confusion is genuine or not and realizing she has no way of telling. Not for certain.
Any other time, that smile would have tripped her up. He really was cute when he smiled. Now it just added to her frustration and dilemma.
She places her palms on the back of the chair, fingers curling to grip it for some form of stability as her frown deepens. She appears, for a moment, concerned as much as angry, but then the latter takes over again.
"Metas." A pause after the flat tone, brows knitting together.
At this point she's not sure if he's deflecting or not. She's not sure if she cares, either. It's taking too much energy at this point. She sighs, a sharp but quiet breath as she tilts her chin down and closes her eyes. She remembered his words like she'd just heard them, venom and all.
"'You people,'" she murmurs, looking up at him. "'Always relying on your power. That's what makes you weak.'"
She just shakes her head, still looking tired and still not moving. The harsh florescent light isn't exactly flattering, especially with the dark circles under her eyes and generally disheveled appearance.
"It would be unfortunate if you were, but I believe you." She lived with a fanatical one for her entire life, after all. "I think we just saw some of your feelings finally come through in that fight. But it's very specific for something to be used to bait Mike himself in a room of metas." She pauses, pushing herself off the chair.
"Whatever your thinking, it was enough for you to risk blowing yourself up, too." She steps away from the chair, but doesn't close the distance as she looks at him again, arms crossing once more.
She's not sure if she wants to slap him for being an idiot and making her worry or for his being an idiot and pissing her off. It was probably a mix of both.
He stares at her passively for the duration of her speech.
Then he stares a few moments longer.
"I knew he could and more importantly would take the brunt of the blast, though admittedly I had no plans to be in range of it to begin with. I was angry. I feel much better now."