She could argue that the bees aren't evil- they're a disaster, like famine, or a fire. But obviously he doesn't care about the film; he's trying to come to some kind of answer, or conclusion, about himself, and she's aware with a sick, sinking feeling that there's no real chance that he'll reach one she can tolerate. Maybe he even thinks she's responsible, a second time, when... what, she was meant to know that some weird spirit could just sense this shit?

She's always been good at reading people, but she really wishes she wasn't right now.

"We're both dead," she mutters, sullen and frustrated with the whole stupid situation, and habitually using that to hide the fear. "None of it even matters. Why can't you just watch the stupid movie? Why wouldn't anyone want to save the bees? There's probably gonna be some bleeding-heart guy who gets himself killed trying to do it, and they won't even know it, because they're bugs."

Actually. She reaches into her pocket, the fact that her hands are still folded into her sleeves making her even clumsier than just her half-frozen fingers, and pulls out one of the pieces of candy she got from the machine. If he's gonna snap, she wants to at least discharge the impulse she had before he does. "Ugh. I was gonna leave this for you, but they wouldn't let me in. So you might as well have it now."