She greets his thanks with a blank look, watching him consider whatever it is he's considering. Watching him sift through his own baggage and at a different time, in a different place, for a different reason she might even ask.

Here, now, in the wake of the bullshit she just waded through to get here? She looks him dead in his eye, let's him see her calm and collected, and says very clearly, very deliberately, "No."

She will not accept a structure like this one. She will not accept a system because it's popular. Never again.

"I do not accept anything here."