[She hears that, the immediate shift in his mood, the alarm. She thought he'd realised. Clearly they were both further on the back foot than they'd known.]

No, I--

[She cuts herself off, a sharp frown. She doesn't want to lie, even if it's by omission. He's got a right to know how and what she can do.]

I could. But I'm trying not to listen. You're loud sometimes and you're different to what I'm used to so it keeps... [Another stunted little gesture that doesn't mean anything.] catching, but. I'm not listening. And I'm not digging.