“Walt, when I tell you it’s none of your business, then it’s none of your business,”

Well, that mantra would have been helpful last month, wouldn't it?  "Like hell."  He said again. 

“Fine!”

He jumped as she was waving her arms and shoving them in his face. 

They’re cuts. Happy?!

"Wha--I mean, I can see that they're cuts, why would you..." He cut himself off.  "Brigitte."  She wouldn't look at him.  "Brigitte..." he said again, uncertain.  "Are you crazy?"  He hissed as comprehension dawned.  That was prehaps not the most sensitive thing for him to say right now. "Sorry.  But...why?"