[ It is not something she wishes from anyone, much less these strangers crawling around in this place-- sympathy. The one thing that she wants to be given is apparently one that seems to be difficult to come by. Privacy. Nobody is too keen on that here, as it seems. Which only gives her a bigger reason to try and master the art of getting people out of her head, as soon as possible. She doesn't want anyone looking into her life. It's hers and she has no plans of sharing it in the least.

Parker gives her a big eye roll, almost like a petulant child, annoyed, tired of these sermons. It is pointless to offer kind words or sage advice to a person that is not going to listen to them. She has made up her mind already, and Parker is one of fixed ideas. Stubborn and unmoveable. Stares at her when she is done talking, slow blink, not unlike that of a judgemental cat (you could most likely draw a cartoonish comparison between the two). ]

Wow, you really do believe the bullshit you're vomiting, don't you? [ Her tone isn't so much mocking as it is flat, which, all things considered, do give it a bit of a judgemental tonality. ] You might want to tell it to someone who is as devoid of opinion as you are.

[ Literally a fight over who gets the last word. Someone bring an adult that can put an end to this. ]