"I'm wondering what gave you the idea that I was."

She finally stops walking, turning to face him. It's dark, but she can see enough to be unimpressed. That only serves to double her annoyance. Or triple it. Who knows, she's not keeping up. Point is, she's annoyed.

With an exasperated sigh to make that annoyance audibly known, she crosses her arms impatiently. "You said your hello. Now you can say your goodbye. And if you value your vocal cords, don't call me 'sweetheart.'"