George sighs, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. "I've told you I'm not going to pry, and I haven't. You don't have to keep looking at me like I'm one scalpel away from slicing you open. It hurts my feelings."

That... definitely was not what she meant to say. She blanches, grimacing and looking away. She hates admitting she has feelings at all, let alone that they can be hurt.