The only was she can deal with her sorrows is to drown them under the strong kicks of the alcohol beverages she takes. She was about to snap at the other who bumped to her, but she doesn’t have the sufficient amount of energy to do so. “I am, but my patient isn’t. Next time, don’t be an idiot and watch where you’re going. “
"Well sorry." Cleo says, sarcasm emphasising the 'sorry' he's uttered. He doesn't exactly have the patience either to deal with snappy people. He's already uncomfortable as he is. He backs up so she can't find a reason to get mad at him again but someone knocks into him, making him stumble and bump into her again. "Sorry, sorry-"









