[She smiles a little faintly because she sees the humor in the phrasing. Asking him if she's making the wrong choice-- but still.]

I'm not sure if I can control it. I have to press it down every second. But I don't know what else to do.

[She nods in agreement at the mention that it can't just go away, a slight sigh. Not the answer she wants, but the one she expected.]

I don't think their desire to see what I could do was particularly kind.