[ She doesn't flinch. But not a lot of things can get her to flinch anymore, not after what she's been through. When his book flies off the table, it draws her attention -- a fleeting distraction -- before her stare finds his face again, a frown drawing at the corners of her generous mouth. ]

Maybe I jus' want you t'know that y'ain't foolin' me.

[ She tilts her head up at him. ]

I lived with you, Harv. An' I survived you. I know y'better than y'might want me to.