"Then why did you ask?"

Now her frustration shows; with him, with their situation, with all of it. She steps back and shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks at their surroundings. "You want to train me so you can say you had a hand in it. I can feel you." Wait. "It. I know what you want, Ben."

Looking over her shoulder at him, she shakes her head, unwiling to give up easily and wondering if that's what she should do.