[ speaking of trying, she feels as though she's trying and she doesn't have the right words to say what she means - for the first time in many years, she can't express herself appropriately and he .. doesn't understand. whatever he is saying, he's reading it literally and not the intent behind it and there is a loss in the translation -- though she can hardly blame him. he said it himself - intent doesn't matter.

even if she was intending and trying to understand him. ]

I never thought you would take revenge against me. [ another truth. she hadn't considered he might even be angry beyond what she had actually done, though she was well aware of how she was implicated in his death. ] I thought you ambivalent. You've certainly proved me wrong.

[ she stiffens at the mention of his taking her to the hospital, back straightening slightly. no, no. she wouldn't allow that. couldn't allow that. she'd had quite enough of this 'taking care of' business, and could read enough in his expression that escorting her to the hospital was the last thing he wanted to do. wasn't this icicle thing a mystery? ]

I'm perfectly capable of taking myself there if you give me directions. Don't you have a case to solve?

[ falling back upon his preoccupation with knowledge was safer than admitting that her pride wouldn't allow him to help her. ]