[She lets out a harsh sigh through her nose at the accusation, a few tears slipping out even as she tries to keep her voice low and firm.]

Lance, I do want to hang out with you. I want it very much. You are the one holding me at arm's length. You were one of my best friends in our reality, even among our team, but then I come here and find you are now years older than me, married, and picking random fights with the man who died to save Keith and his circle, and refusing to apologize for your part in it. And on top of all that, a good friend of ours just left. So forgive me for being more than a little upset for being pushed away by someone I considered a dear friend when I try to ask him what's wrong when he is obviously hurting. Or for not wishing to make a scene it in a semi-public place and bring down the mood of the group. If you don't wish to talk to me, fine, I am already attempting to respect your boundaries. But I have no idea what the quiznak you do want from me anymore.