[ Her expression turns a little complicated – it's a rueful, frustrated sort of smile that looks out of place on her face. But at the same time, it looks like the sort of expression she's resigned herself to wearing. ]

I don't... blame them for believing it. I–I mean... everyone knows what a strange person I am. And it's not as though they have any reason to really trust me. So... in a situation like this, with someone like me around and seeming like the obvious culprit... I can understand why they might jump to that.

[ She says it like it's something she's justifying to herself – maybe this is how she'll go back out and face them all without a grudge against anyone but herself. ]