Asuka leaned away from him, arms folded, mouth clamped firmly shut. She saw the look of surprise, managed to sense it before he cut it off, and she just glared at him, daring him to challenge what she'd said, dared him to do something. Her anger was hot and she had a target. She wanted to yell at him, but she didn't trust herself to not say something wrong.

Her mouth opened and she managed to get out a few words before she clamped it shut again, "Of course I want to know how you feel, idiot!"

No more talking. Quiet, don't let it out. She couldn't let him know more.