[She presses her lips together as he reacts, leaning back and away from him in the process, but she's never been a girl who just sits there and takes it, especially not when she feels so strongly about what she was doing in the first place.]

I told you, he blindsided me, he got me when I was flustered, it--

[No. The deal isn't the point. That's the part she wanted to tell him about before it got framed in the worst possible light, but that's not the part that makes her want to shout back. She manages to keep her volume dialed down, but she grits her teeth and shakes her head, folding her arms over her chest.]

I talked to him because I'm fucking sick of seeing him take his anger out on you when I'm the one he's really pissed at, that's what! He should be mad at me, not you, and I'm tired of you having to take crap because of what I did.