Someday, she'll work out - or have explained to her - what that particular phrase construction means, but that day is not today. Today, she just snarls in frustration: at all these weak-willed men, and at her own inability to understand what he's telling her he doesn't have.

Nerve, she thinks furiously. Or ability. He won't give me a proper fight because he doesn't have the skill to.

"Because you're afraid," she snits. "I know. A divorce, been served coward."

Which isn't something that she personally judges - but she'd much rather try to openly goad him into a fight than hear about how she should make more of herself.