That cuts too close. Something in her expression shutters, her jaw tightening.

"I am not," she says, so clearly that he'll have to understand the words, if not all the history they're laden with, "going to lay down and die. Ever."

Screw him, and screw everyone else on this suck-ass ball of ice who's as much of a jerk as him. Ignoring his question--which is stupid, anyway, everyone knows you make your own decisions, otherwise living with them wouldn't be hard--she skips to his accusation. "Since when do you know what I'm doing with my time, anyway? You could be focusing on exploiting your own resources--and leaving me alone."