'No thank you,' the silence replies rather effectively and she turns back to him, snatches the tray, and thunks it down on the dresser in one swift motion.

Yvaine wants to be alone - it's horrible and she wants to scream and tell him the million and a half ways that she hates him. She does and if she could just say it out loud it would be true again.

She gets out a quiet sniffle instead.