Yeah. Us poor vulnerable humans, wandering around with no way to defend ourselves.

[Flat, looking at Jaye straight on. There might be a cello between the two of them, but Taylor still knew how to keep her chin up, indifference and challenge both in the line of her spine. It's not even the dog part that's pissing her off, now. Just the whole thing, the whole of Jaye in her space. Maybe it should be worrying, how easy it was to settle back into that kind of thinking, but with the alcohol in her she isn't caring. Cartazonos students never left the Academy; the Academy never left them, either.]

Fuck, you ever listen to yourself? No, right, cause that'd involve thinking.