"Just because I don't want to answer every question you think up doesn't mean I'm not adapting to Barrayar," she snaps. There's something about him talking about stamping her feet--like she's in the middle of a temper tantrum, like she's a child--that makes her want to get up and go right now. But the firelight is warm, even if the wind at her back isn't, and the last thing she wants to do is go lie down in the dark right now. Which means she's stuck right here unless she wants to make a scene getting up and finding another spot.

But it doesn't mean she's stuck and playing nice. The Greene temper is a famous thing at home, and she doesn't have a reason to rein it in now; he's still an outsider, even if he's one of those stupid Vor families. What does it matter if she uses it on him, her voice low and acidic? "I've worked for this camp every day since I got here, and nobody's had any complaints about it except you. If you think I think this is a game, you don't know crap about me."