[Farrah scoots in closer when Cass sits beside her, and if she lets her, she’ll even lean against her shoulder. It’s a newfound habit, from the time she’s spent here. And as Cassandra finishes, Farrah does… something real rude to do to someone who is confiding in you.

Farrah snots. Then quickly tries to explain the bad reaction away.]

Sorry—- Sorry, that was bad—- just. Cassandra. I don’t know you super great, but I can tell you don’t have a single traitor bone in your body. You’re like, the most responsible person here.