She stares back at him for long, silent moments.

"Are you going to blame Papyrus for holding down his floating magic, or Rarity for holding down his gun? Or you, for being defensive and secretive and making him afraid back?"

"Or is it just all about me, because I don't do anything right?"

She half-turns, eyes narrowing. "I didn't deserve that from you. Let me know when you figure that out."

And she steps around him and out the door.