She knows, but calling Security on it right now is terribly unkind, and that would also require processing that information deeper than what's needed right now to not have a human version of a shutdown. She has to be upset at something, and it can't be her teacher, for reasons she explained. And if it can't be herself, what can she be upset at?

The grip on her hair just gets tighter, until she breathes out again in a very shaky and deliberate exhale.

"...what do I do, then?"

This emotion, and not a single place to put it other than at herself, in the same drawer it's lived in. This thing that feels like sickness and anger, but isn't, when she'd been ignoring it and ignoring it and then wondering if she cracked open that drawer, could she face her fears of being called a liar for it. Oh, she hates it, hates that she said it in the first place.