Oh no, she's upset him. She's not even sure what she did but she probably deserves it -- her face falls slightly, and she idly chews on her nonexistent thumbnail. He's free to notice the torn state of her hands in the meantime.

"You still act like John...you're my best friend." The last part makes her pause, and she looks up from her studious study of her own shoes to smile at him. "I'd like to be twins."