"Your drama is nauseating," Althea said, giving her a wide-eyed stare. She didn't see what the issue was. They were pretty standard and routine questions that most people--the ones who she'd eventually accepted--were able to answer.

And yet...

"You're so defensive but you don't even know him," she shook her head. The girl's nonsense was absurd. "I don't even understand what you're upset about. You have literally, like a parrot, have repeated the same things over and over and over." If she'd had any hope of making a case in her favor, she was doing a terrible job. Nothing she'd said was impressive nor was it defendable. At all.