"What good could information about Blaise and I sleeping together do you?" She couldn't help the surge of anger, of righteous indignation (no matter how misplaced). Welcomed it, in fact, before remembering herself. This wasn't about her. She took a deep breath and recalibrated. This wasn't the space for her anger. She had no right to it, really. "For whatever it's worth, I'm sorry. For... for everything."