Deja's aggressive trait
Deja: Daddy?
Jesse: Yes, baby girl.
Deja: Why is she here?
Jesse: She's a friend, baby girl.
Deja: Noooo. You're my friend. Animals are my friends. She is a scream stranger. HEY! Don't touch my chickens!
Deja thinking to herself: Good one, Rocky. No hugs from strangers!
Deja was nicer by sunset:











