"You won't. You don't want. You think," Kate snarls and turns back to him, eyes blazing with the anger that's been simmering and boiling over alternately all day. Part of her knows she's taking something out on him that isn't his doing, but some of it is his doing. "What about what I want and what I think, huh? What about the fact that it's my damned body and I know what I can take? How about you stop being a patronizing jackass and let me make my own decisions."