[She looks like she wants to argue his point, but she's admittedly distracted by the hand reaching out to her- she shrinks back slightly, but when it lands on her shoulder she stares at it in absolute bewilderment.

It's a long, awkward silence before she finally forces herself to speak.]

There was nothing else. The Noctaere was just me. It-

[She struggles for a moment- as much to grasp at a rebuttal as anything.]

All that changed was that I lost control of-

[... Well, that wasn't quite right, was it?]

You weren't even there, you can't possibly understand!