[People can stare if they want; she should care, maybe, but deeper than all the paranoia this place has instilled in her is an attitude that just does not give a single fuck. Not one.

But she does have at least a single fuck to give about Rhys, and that's why she doesn't point out that friends don't count when they're paid for. Nor does she offer him any sympathy for that, because she figures it'll come across more like pity, which she wouldn't want.]

Okay, well, the thing about friends is that they worry about each other even when they're adults. That's why I'm always here to give you a smack upside the head when you do stupid shit.

[And with that, she gives his shoulders a squeeze, before going back to her drink.]