_{[She nods... but won't meet his eyes. She's looking across the room at a little poster of a cheerful Audino with a stethoscope reminding kids to get plenty of exercise to keep their hearts healthy.]}

Okay.

... I've been there, I get it. I really, really do.

The kind of shit that comes out of my mouth when I'm mad is-- well, you know how it is. I'm a bitch.

... But I only speak for myself.

I don't make shit up and say it came from someone else.

_{[She doesn't sound angry. But is she disappointed? You fucking bet she's disappointed.]}