She can hear him turn, hear his steps as he moves away, and suddenly Veronica is filled with so much incredulous anger that her body pushes her into action without thought or consent. There's a sack -- A repurposed pillowcase actually -- filled with some kind of tuber near to hand, and she grabs one of the roots and pelts it hard at his back.

"Don't you dare!" she yells, wants to grab another root and stops herself. "You do not get to just lay that at my feet and walk away, you coward. You do not get to be a martyr."