And Setsuna, at this point, could only take so much of a human presence. Her sensitivities were so delicate that she found she couldn't even sleep in her own room, which didn't add much to her mood. Her hand tightened around her pen; unaware of what she was doing, she squeezed until the pen snapped between her fingers and she eyes bolted toward Billy as if he had done it himself. "Of all the places to be sitting," she hissed, her wings spreading with feathers tightening, "must it really be here?"