Don't talk to me like you know me! [She might have been able to hear the rest but bringing her bending into it was unacceptable. She recoils from him... but leaves her hand there on that cup.] You don't know what I've been through or what my bending means to me -- you can't tell me what I can or can't feel.

I was doing just fine. [Please ignore that she's crying when she speaks. And also possibly trembling, just a little.]