Neal has been fomenting the whole way here. On a better day, he'd notice immediately. On a better day, the utter blankness would be an immediate snap out of the rage, but he's furious and nauseated and just wants to sit down. He comes inside, making it to her table and plopping himself onto one of the chairs, which might undercut the force of his statement a little.

"Is it because he's an inmate, because he's a vampire, or because whatever he did to you hurt in a way you won't admit? Why, with all the murderers on board who have caused shit in the past four months, do you keep riding Lestat like it's a psychological rodeo and you're going for the gold?"