"And I'd demand an apology, but I don't think you'd understand why." She sets boot and tools down on the crate beside her. "So you don't want to talk. Move on, then."

It's an order, not a request. Too bad, almost: his situation is one she'd ordinarily feel a great deal of sympathy for, but she doesn't have the patience to deal with his arrogance. Not when it comes to this.