See, that's the thing, he's too obvious in his enjoyment, and that's a vulnerability. You can't be like that, someone will hurt you. She doesn't want to hurt him, but her reaction is engraved; earnest enthusiasm is dangerous and should be regarded with suspicion. It makes her anxious,as though someone is about to be slapped. She groans and rolls her eyes, slumping back in her seat.

"You're fucking torturing me with this shit," it's actually an okay song, "and you're insulting me hard fucking work? Jesus." She's kidding, mostly. "You're just lucky I couldn't transfer the CD player into this ancient thing."

Because she's a hypocrite, and has her own book of carefully managed mixes in her duffel bag.