[ the thing is, she doesn't... disagree. she folds her arms across her chest. ]

We're not done. [ she's not going to just be dismissed. ] You're not wrong. None of us asked for this and I'm fucking pissed about getting saddled with some huge fucking responsibility with no instructions. But this is my home. Kōun's my home, so. Whether I fucking asked for it or not, I gotta do something. I'm looking for a way to help instead of locking myself in the winery and waiting for someone else to solve the problem.

[ and because she can't help herself: ] Guess it's a good thing I am, considering who I got saddled with.