"Oh I'm making it difficult, huh?" she retorts, but it's a pretty weak attempt at a comeback and she knows it.

She huffs, slumping a little more, weighing her options. Giving in, accepting the offer, feels like letting him win, but...

She knows he's not going to just give up, regardless, and so she doesn't want him to go back to ignoring her. Sitting there being treated as if she didn't exist got to her; it hurt, even from him, in a way she can't even fully articulate. She already knows where York stands on the twins, she knows which side of the good-twin bad-twin dichotomy she sits on in his eyes (in everyone's eyes), it's not as if she expects anything else from him, but...

"...fine, whatever." She sighs, sits back up. "I can't keep just sitting around. So, sure."