Felice sucked in a deep breath, pulling a kitchen knife from the counter and slamming it into the cutting board. "Dinner. Is not. Ready. Get out and let me work instead of forcing your poorly planned lessons on people who are already dealing with their assigned jobs at their assigned time. If you have this much time to bother people, then get your backside to the library and find something useful to do there! I don't need help from pity-throwing busybodies! I am fine, so let me do the only two freaking things I'm actually allowed to do in this stupid place! Get out!"