[The insult makes Coraline scoff, loudly, and look away with a disdainful grin. It's easy to act like that comment on her looks doesn't sting in a familiar, painfully sharp way.]

He wouldn't have, actually, he made a recording. So-- the fuck does it even matter, anyway, we're here and he's fine.

[She glares out of the corner of her eye, and from that angle her iris almost looks pure yellow.]

Besides, you are waiting around. To try and murder Julie, or get to some other part of the country, because you were too weak to do something smarter when you had the chance.