[ she doesn't mind the anger, honestly. she feels it. she wasted so much time, locked away. it itches under her skin, the reminders everywhere. ]

Nah. I feel like you mean it, so. [ she says, idly, brushing at her nose with her shoulder. ]

I've got a good idea, but I don't care about that specific guy. Wasn't personal, I was just convenient. It's all the topside's deal, and they're never going to change.