[ the dirt is-- weird. Out of place. She watches him remove his shoes with unblinking focus, confused.

... why is there dirt? Why are his shoes on? He wore his shoes inside? Why? In the bed? Why? How? He must have run back. Came inside quickly. Why would he do that? He never does that.

The insult doesn't even parse, as she slowly looks back up to his face as he turns back to her. ]

... Why did you come so quickly? Your shoes...