[Amy rolls her eyes. There's no off switch with this one. She'd expected a jab - typical of all their other interactions, even in the very brief period where Lisa was trying to "help" her.

There's something frayed at her edges though. Something desperate and unravelling. Second chances. Taylor offered her that. She owes her that much. She probably owes Tattletale that much too, but it's balanced out by the other blood debt she owes.]

You're trying too hard. [Amy crosses her arms, her tattoos peaking out of her sleeves.] I also have better things to do than help you whenever you have the sniffles. I'd never stand in the way of something that might make you shut the fuck up, even for a minute.

Just get inside, Lisa. I don't want to fight you.