—This damn stuff can really torture people to death.
"Do you take us for livestock?" Rita pressed her fingers to her brow, feeling like she'd reached the end of her patience.
When Nora Scott targeted them, she was completely unrestrained, practically wishing she could carve the words "picking a fight" right onto her face.
"Is that really what you think?" Nora raised her brows in surprise and shot back, putting on a shocked yet ridiculously fake expression.
"..."
Please at least try acting better.
Even if you're just "humoring" us, could you put in a bit of effort, okay?
"And you're not wrong." Nora dropped the exaggerated look, gave a brief smile, then returned to her usual calm. She emphasized slowly, "Let's make this clear: if you don't want to do this, you can walk any time. If you do, then stop treating yourselves like human beings."
She'd put it in brutally plain terms.
The faces of the external support group fell on the spot.
