[ If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. Classic words of wisdom. Ones she's wanted to level at both Dallon siblings, particularly the favorite. Now, Lisa has the opportunity to follow her own advice. She doesn't need her power to read Amy's condescension, a weapon Tattletale so often uses on others, now turned on herself.

Side; cooperate; team.

That's fine. Lisa can deal. It's team that irks her, like a needle shoved under a fingernail.

Tattletale stands, but she doesn't move to head inside. Instead, she places one hand on her hips, where she should be carrying her gun, and grins. ]

You think you know my endgame, Panacea? And even if you did, you really think I'd let you help me? The only lives you've saved are the ones that Mommy or Daddy or Vicky told you to.

You fucked the offer. If anyone should be cooperating, it's you. If you want to hang around for minion work, fine. If you want to fuck off, go and ruin someone else's world, even better.