"I'll be around then just to spite you."

It holds no teeth, a kitten's play bite of a threat.

"...For what it's worth, Erin, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

That's even softer, and she knows that Erin might be able to discern where it comes from. Even in a place like this, she hasn't yet lost that reflex to not be bothersome. To be calm and sweet and palatable to everyone, even at her own expense. Surviving, that way.