Seeing that she wouldn't be getting anything done for the next while, Keilee puts away her tablet. That's not to say that she wasn't angry, quite the opposite, but she wasn't the type to explode in anger, especially at other people.
"I'm the sociopath? You try to kill everything that causes you a problem, and I'm the one wrong in the head for wanting to not hurt people? But let's put that aside, do you think that I'm actually pleased about anything in my life? The slavery, constantly being on the run, taking a job where I constantly am making myself sick? The only reason I'm here is because Keith and Vlad are the only good things I have. My parents? Dead. My brother? Abandoned me with a drunk and a pyro. If we want to get technical, even my name has a price to it that I can't pay back."
"You're lucky, you're perfect for the adventueing life. But you know my prospects if I wasn't here and didn't have Keith? Servitude, toiling away for minimal pay to support some fat fuck who doesn't have to work a day in their life because they got lucky. Your looks may be a curse, but you have the skills to make up for it just handed to you on a silver platter. And then you have the gods damned nerve to bitch and moan and complain about everything being so terrible for you. You're luckier than some people can even dream of being but you can't even see it! So of course I think your problems aren't as big of a deal!"