[ She flicks the cigarette away, turning to face him, tiny and ferocious with her chest puffed up indignantly. ]

Don't fuckin' squawk at me when I'm trying to answer your shitty fucking questions!

[ She crosses her arms over her chest, frowning at nothing for a long moment, ]

I'm sorry! For calling you. A fuckboy. It'd be easier if you were, I would super just ghost the absolute shit out of you, and not deal with your stupid fucking niceness that I don't feel like you should waste your time directing at me. Now stop emoting at me, I am full. My head hurts and I am full. You are loud.

[ The punch to the shoulder is not intended to actually wound, it is a futile limp little gesture of oh my god shut the fuck up already. ]