[While she's entirely frustrated with this place, when it chose to take her, why it chose to take her, why it's seemingly just her of everyone else, she's also just frustrated that she has no answers. She's back to being alone, struggling, fighting to survive. So she might have to still attempt to push against the fabric which only makes her even more pressed to this man she has never met before.

There's a huff through her nose. She's already tried the 'pick her battle' strategy.]

I did that already. I let them have their fun. I got out of that blasted room by answering their stupid questions. [She's out of breath from fighting the fabric, momentarily pausing to take deep breaths. The determination is written on his face.] I haven't learned anything. No one's here. No one's here, and I'm stuck in this shirt.

[Yeah, the frustration is less on actually being in the shirt and having no answers. Her jaw tightens, and she realizes her emotions have gotten the better of her. It isn't his problem. If anything he's actually trying to help.]

Sorry-- I'm just... [Used to fighting, struggling, doing what she has to.]