[ Fair enough, and the answer she expected from him. The hatred in his gaze, normally the kind of thing that would make her shrink away, flows past her instead. ]

Then I don't think you can blame me for having my doubts.

[ Not that there's much Gray can do at the moment about those doubts. It's clear that he's determined to be unhelpful, and she'll get nothing more of use from him for the moment. Frustration and dissatisfaction press her chest in tight, making her restless. Staying will only tempt her to do something rash, so she crumples those feelings into a ball and turns to leave. ]

If you happen to see a small cube with faces carved into it, then please let me know.

[ Though she doesn't expect he will. ]