She rolls her eyes a little again. "None of this is that fuckin' simple, York. You know it, and I know it."

Every single concession she makes is like letting a part of herself go, or at least a part of the front she puts up. It's hard enough with North and he knows her better than anyone else ever will, so with everyone else...

She looks away from York, not risking that her face gives away more than she wants it to.