"I don't think I'm likely to stop being angry any time in the near future." she warns him. She has a seemingly bottomless well of rage in the pit of her stomach, clawing away at her. If she's being honest, she can't imagine it ever fading. Going away for a little while isn't going to change that. There's only so much sorting through that she expects to manage.

"I'll go. I'll see you for a guitar lesson soon?" Music still takes priority.