"It's not about wanting anything," she mutters defensively. Next time, she thinks, she'll leave before Byerly gets too comfortable in a conversation. Even when a conversation starts out okay, there's always a point where he decides he needs to be a jerk. And here they are, in the middle of it again. He makes expecting people not to be dicks to each other sound like saddle shoes and Seventh Heaven reruns--when it's all just surviving as well as possible. "Just seems like being a coward's a crappy way to live when you don't have to."