She sighs in a frustrated manner. "My survival doesn't mean a fucking thing if I let something happen to them. But I can't defend what I can't find and I can't defend against that which doesn't have a name or a face. I need something, some way to fix all of this." It's obvious this time that her frustration is aimed at herself rather than him, so that's at least some bit of progress from the last time their conversation escalated in his way?

"That I already knew. Cornered prey of any variety reacts that way."