"yeah. the bsaa didn't exactly prove helpful to my friend. i had to -- handle her. myself." she's become so prickly and cynical - hard to touch, and consumed by grief. something once kind is now cold in her. the shape of a happy, unexceptional life lived with jennifer burns a hole in whatever remains of her soul.
she isn't thrilled about being recruited to @worthystill 's team. or any team. but she's got these powers, and no other point to her. living among the ordinary is too painful. after all: they all think she's the killer. they all think that she murdered the innocent jennifer, and a slew of boys in her town. no one knows that jennifer had devolved. no one knew she'd been infected, and ate others, and infected anita. not until it was too late. not until anita put an end to it all herself.
"so forgive me if i'm slow to trust." that's said bitterly too. there's a gentler girl inside of her, somewhere. buried in that part of her where she keeps her dead best friend. the woman here is flinty and sharp. cerebral and calculating.