Don't passive-aggressiveness me, you ghoul

Gave a person a lift, twice, for four hours each way. Four hours! Though she's nice, I don't particularly adore spending much time with her so it was well beyond the call of duty. But she was going to the same place as me, and came to my house first, so I didn't have to go out of my way to pick her up, so I didn't really mind. On the way back, though, this is the conversation we had:

Her: Hey, so, you don't mind dropping me back in my town, right?

Me: Uh... yeah...

Her: Great, thanks!

Me: Wait, that was more a "yeah...nah," than a "yeah sure." I've just... I've been driving for six hours already today and not really keen to drive for another hour, you know? Sorry, mate. I'm a bit knackered.

Her: Well, I just honestly don't think it would take an hour.

Me: ...About half an hour there, half an hour back, right? Honestly, I have [hobby] class tonight and would really like to eat something and relax a little bit before I go.

Her: OK, well, it's just that I'm quite tired too.

Me: ...

Her: It's OK, I can ride my bike. It only takes forty-five minutes. I've got blisters and a heavy bag, but I don't mind, it's OK.

Me: Sweet then.

Her: [large tired-sounding puffs of air come out of her nose and mouth and I can feel her looking at me] Oh, wow, my knee really hurts. I think I sprained my ankle on the weekend!

Me: Oh.

Her: Yeah, I don't know if I should be riding.

Me: [Tight smile] I'm not driving to your town. Sorry. It's too far out of my way and I don't have the time or energy.

Her: No, that's FINE. It's FINE.


Such repulsive behaviour! I even waited two hours to pick her up earlier that day without so much as a "sorry to have kept you" from her.

MANNERS please, you peon.