Like I said. Say something you don't want me to hear. Guilt tripping. Good to know monster nature is as predictable as human nature.

[Her expression is unreadable under her sunglasses. At least her face can still conceal things, even if her words keep breaking out.]

You say you believe in protecting yourself and the people you care about. That's fine. I want the same thing. Nothing has hurt me and mine half as much as lies and secrets, and I'm including all the zombies in that. Granted, I no more got what I wanted out of that conversation than you did, unless your goal was to make me so uncomfortable with unasked for personal information that I'd stop pressing, in which case good fucking job, but my intention is the same as yours. You do it by concealing the truth, and I do it by uncovering it. If you want me to feel guilty about that, then you fucking first.