[She's got a bottle of water with her, fiddling with the top and she's leaning against the TARDIS. Her moods keep swinging wildly between anger, flat out jealousy and resignation. Really, she's got things to do and there's no time for anything, including a friendship but definitely nothing more.
She runs her tongue over her teeth, trying to figure out what she's going to say. She's been trying to figure that out for hours now.]
Yeah. Everything's aces.
[She presses her lips together hard, because that's not exactly true, but she has no idea how to verbalize what she thinks is wrong.]
Talked to Patrice in the lunch room today. Nice girl, yeah?
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She runs her tongue over her teeth, trying to figure out what she's going to say. She's been trying to figure that out for hours now.]
Yeah. Everything's aces.
[She presses her lips together hard, because that's not exactly true, but she has no idea how to verbalize what she thinks is wrong.]
Talked to Patrice in the lunch room today. Nice girl, yeah?