Great, now the guilt was growing. What about the poor schmoes who would keep popping up here? But it'd be insane to change her mind about leaving now... ugh. Well, she'd always been a terrible person, so why not have some proof here as well?

Awkwardly shifting back and forth in her heels, she exhaled sharply, trying to turn off her emotions, arms crossed. "I'm certainly not going to tell you what to do. If you want to rot here, that's your choice. Shouldn't be hard to keep track of that walking bark-and-no-bite, I doubt I'll have anything better to do."