"I was only going to ring the whole mess out before I put it back on," her lips tug up wryly, allowing the coat to be pulled over her shoulders. "I really was just being contrary - I don't precisely deal well with being told what to do."

Obviously.

(Even if it is just an implication.)

A tentative grin, up through her hair, "We need some sort of sign for 'Yvaine, you are being horribly unreasonable - I will refuse to speak to you if this behavior continues.'"