[That's easy enough to read. She stands, telling herself the best thing she can do is stay silent, leave, and pretend she doesn't feel betrayed - but as she starts to turn for the door, she pauses, and turns back to lean over the table, expression angry, and strained.]

I spent three months trapped in Wonderland losing my mind. Do you know what that feels like, to know your sanity is slipping between your fingers? And when I came back, nothing had changed. They treated me like a rabid dog who could be fixed with enough time in the kennel. [Adrenaline makes her tremble, and she has to clench her fists against the table.] So I pretended to be fine so they would never shut me in again. And when I couldn't take it anymore, when I couldn't sleep, or eat, I fixed a mandrake root beneath one of the tables and made sure its smoke would fill their lungs. I didn't care about the rest. I couldn't see anyone beyond Merlin and Arthur.

[Her voice is shaking by the end, and she's not sure if it's anger or something else - so she stands, pushes herself away from the table.] I'm sorry if that offends you. [And she's heading for the door.]