[He eyes the supplies as she puts it on his desk, and although nothing in his expression says grateful, it also has a little less spite in it than it did before.]

Do you even know what you're asking of me? To just sit here and accept being a hostage. Would you be able do that? I don't even know why you're doing this. We've let you do whatever you wanted. And you hate us for that? I don't- get it!