[Normally, even when caught in something, Teren will stand there and weather it without shrinking away. That's technically what she's doing now, resisting pinching the bridge of her nose or bolting, simply glowering at Anders as her mind clearly goes a thousand miles a minute to try and keep ahead of him. Her face is too dark to color much, but there's a bit of redness to it that wasn't there before.]

...what?

[His question stops the gears for a moment. She certainly has kept things from Nate, many things, but none of them are relevant to the conversation upon which Anders has so rudely eavesdropped.]

What are you talking about.