[Nothing to fess up to he says. That ends up being her tipping point. If he at least confessed something perhaps she would have been able to play along a little longer, but since Aak was distressed enough to tell her directly rather than Rin finding it herself she feels like something should be done.
So the hand on the back of the metal folding chair grips it with some force, and she yanks it up and tilts it to force him to fall out of the seat. Dumping him like a bag of unwanted spare parts.]
Nothing? Truly, nothing? Oh, why don't I jog your memory then?
[It seems like she's ignoring question in favor of her own round of grilling him.]
no subject
So the hand on the back of the metal folding chair grips it with some force, and she yanks it up and tilts it to force him to fall out of the seat. Dumping him like a bag of unwanted spare parts.]
Nothing? Truly, nothing? Oh, why don't I jog your memory then?
[It seems like she's ignoring question in favor of her own round of grilling him.]