[The kitchen might just explode if you do that, Zulf.]

...

I was just tryin' to help you, and the two of you damn near killed each other.

[She says it slowly, tensely, but with each word a bit of that blue glow starts to fade and pull in.]

... whatever. I ain't even mad about that, I'm mad that he was keepin' this information from us. From me. I thought if he trusted anyone around here, it was the ones who've been here the longest!

[Though he apparently still trusted her enough to make her hide the journal...]