What, that's not good enough for you? [ She's almost offended, but mostly on another kid's behalf. From what she's seen, they adjust to situations better than most of the adults she knows - once they get past the 'completely helpless' phase, anyway. It's hard not to take the discrediting personally; if there's one thing she prides herself on having, it's know-how. An edge creeps into her tone, noticeable even though she continues to keep her voice down. ] He's here, seeing and hearing the same shit we are. Take it or leave it, I don't care.

[ Honestly, she'd cross her arms if it weren't for the the tablet she's holding up. Her immediate response is a scoff, but it goes unrecorded. ]

'Some' meaning 'you', right? 'Cause you can call it whatever you want -- I'm still not about to be your guinea pig. [ Even if she already went through the trouble of making herself a pretty sick club out of a table leg. ]