[She will drag him on the network for his crimes no matter what he says. It's the law.

Trish sighs, pinches her nose like she's the one doing the scolding, and maybe she is. No one in this house is valid.]

I'm annoyed because you seem determined to misunderstand me at every turn.

[And now she's embarrassed because he's equating sharing over the network to doing favors for him? If she somehow thought sending him jazz remotely made up for him dying on her behalf, then she would be the most pathetic girl on more than one planet.

But she doesn't, and this is dumb, and she's mad about it.]

If you don't want me to do these things, say it plainly. Don't patronize me and act like the mere act of sending you music or information is a gargantuan task that would consume my far too plentiful free time.

[God.]

Because they are "friendly gestures", and nothing more.