Because! Don't pick up my shit for me! It's so annoying. Always fussing and meddling and nagging. Acting like I'm some dumb flighty broad!

[Now she looks sulky again. And maybe she's projecting. She's nearly forgotten what it was like to have people do things for her. But this only brings up uncomfortable feelings. It's so damn bothersome to have supportive friends--and she shouldn't be happy about it in any way.

She starts walking faster, feeling hot and irritated. If she leaves him behind, then too bad for him!]