What part of "I haven't slept in thirty hours" makes you think I want to debate how competent you are?

[She sighs, and rubs at her face; the gesture pushes her glasses up her forehead to catch against the bases of her horns. When she continues, her voice is just a little muffled from behind her wrist.]

I'm not doing shit for your benefit, I'm conceding to your better judgement, ok? I'm not going to ask you to stick around if you have better things to do, but you volunteered, so I accept.