[ Pidge wishes she'd stop being so understanding. Then it would be easier to keep her anger boiling away and simmering. As it is, she's starting to feel like she's talking to a brick wall; nothing she does seems to earn a reaction. Her fingers clench. ]
No, you don't. And no you're not.
[ She's going to go... find somewhere to sit and try to deal. Sorry, Cathaway. ]
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No, you don't. And no you're not.
[ She's going to go... find somewhere to sit and try to deal. Sorry, Cathaway. ]