[oh God, he almost groans with the fear and guilt that's rolling through him. he shrinks back from her in turn, wincing and setting his cup down on the saucer in his other hand with trembling fingers. he can't meet her eyes when he answers her.]

Miss...Wright. I assure you, this has nothing to do with you. You seem like a very...nice girl, and I'm sure you'll prove to be a delightful roommate for one of my associates. It's not that I don't want you around. It's that I don't want anyone around. I prefer to live alone.