You know me. Never very good at patience. [ It's a blatant lie, given how often she manages to exhibit patience when he's directly involved or on stake outs or waiting for a break in a case or under questioning, but she says it like it's trying to be a joke and succeeding about as much as the effort he put into actually maintaining levity in what he just said.

That's pretty much a completely accurate summation towards how she takes care of herself, yeah. But she's coming to the realization that he has no intention of letting this go, and she'd feel too guilty if she kept lying to him and trusted the drugs to make him stop asking, and this wasn't supposed to go like this at all. ] They weren't acting on their own initiative. The people who took you. [ She's trying to keep her face ducked away from him, left in shadow, trying to keep the rage she can't quite keep off of her face out of his view. ] Someone was giving them orders.