That laugh, small as it may be, earns him a pointed glare. No, they're not to the point of laughing about it. Never will be, as far as she's concerned. She may be trying to move past it, but that doesn't mean she's ever going to forgive him for it.

She shifts her stance so that she's facing him directly, her hands clenched into loose fists at her sides. "All of the above."