"Yeah, that really sounds like me." Talking to someone to clear the air. It's so absurd she actually laughs, briefly, hands falling to her own hips as she glances around.

Maybe Thomas was right and he really does -- did -- feel a little... have a little... but that doesn't mean his end of this string is the annoyingly brilliant red hers is. And how does that make sense, anyway? "Look, it doesn't matter, okay? I already managed to fuck things up at the party and that was without saying anything."