[He stares at her again, but this time it's out of befuddlement. He has no idea what she's looking for from him. Does she think they can just suddenly be friends like nothing happened between them? Like Kamski didn't set them both up to use for his own schemes? Obviously she has some issues herself, so why is she so intent on denying them? How was hiding behind a mask of false cheer any different than hiding behind the facade of a machine?]

You keep talking to me but you're not saying what you really want to say. You're saying what you think Kamski wants you to say. I almost killed you, yet you have nothing to say to that? No anger, no hurt? You're not upset at what happened, how Kamski used us to prove...what? I wasn't deviant when I entered his estate, and I still wasn't deviant when I left. He almost lost you and it was just another experiment to him. Just another test. You're not talking to me. You. Are not. The eyes I saw in Kamski's pool room that day were so much more alive than yours.

[She's right about that at least. He does want to talk about those things. He doesn't know how to process them if he doesn't talk through them to figure them out. If he were home, it would've been Hank listening to him, helping him through this process of deviancy. But she's not Hank, and talking to her about what he almost did to her is awkward and difficult enough without her bland dismissal of it as being fine, everything was fine, she's perfectly fine. How is he supposed to learn how to be a deviant from a deviant who feels less than he does?]

What do you think you might help me with, exactly?