She rolls her eyes. Assholes who think they're funny are even worse than usual. Anything she says, he'll deny, and all of her answers are half-formed, circumstantial things anyway. She doesn't want to voice any of the not-quite-justifiable rights she has.

So she doesn't. She folds her arms on top of her knees, and she hopes her silence will get her somewhere. Out of the conversation, maybe.