[ really, she tries to think of it as just patching up one of her toys, the ways she's done plenty of times before, because at the end of the day, that's precisely what he is, just another toy for her to play with. even if he happens to be far more human than all the ones she's used to. ]

Stuuuupid. [ she repeats, mocking him with a lowness to her own voice to try to match his, because of course she's that level of childish.

when he gestures at his shirt, she frowns at him. ]

I'm supposed to be dragging you back to the room. Leave it to you to make everything that much harder for me. Ugh — [ her fingers give a pinch to his shirt and a light pull. ] Might as well. Go, take it off.