Lupa lets a tear roll down her cheek before standing and looking at him with a look of anger and sadness. "I'm not a man.  I'm a girl, and I'm one with feelings." She walked out of the room and back into the bedroom down the hall, sitting in the closet.  She wondered if he would make the connection of the word feelings with the possibility of her having feelings for him.  She figured he'd probably be to busy to notice she was crying and mad at him.