She nods. That's how it feels. Like her anger is here to stay.

Ulla takes another couple pieces of fruit before she rises to leave. "See you then."

And she's off to her own cabin, resisting the urge to transform back to her usual form, to be weightless underwater. She takes the the MP3 player with her, not planning to wait for instructions to figure out how to make it play music. That will keep her occupied for awhile.