The fact that she didn't yell at him means at least some small part of her therapy is sticking. She'll take all the progress she can get.

"No, I didn't--" She hesitates and runs a hand over her face while debating her next words carefully. "What you're saying makes sense. I forget that other worlds look at things so differently sometimes." She sighs and hangs her head, pushing her mug aside despite the fact that he's called for a refill. The last thing she wants is to be overcome by that awful feelings of drunkenness in public. "Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. That wasn't fair to you. Forgive me."