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Girl: S-so, um, how ... do you two know each other?
Emily: Well -
Dee: We used to be friends.
Emily (hurt): Um... yeah. We met when my mum died.
Girl: Oh! I didn't know...
Emily: It's ok. Let's just worry about you.
Girl: ... right. Yeah... it's... late now...
Dee: Do you have a means to get home?
Girl: ...no
Emily: If you don't want to take the bus alone, I'll come with you. (She grabs a handful of Dee's robe and rips it off.)
Dee: Hey!
Alt text: Seriously my bereavement is the least upsetting thing here BY FAR