[Almost like it’s not fun to dwell on things that make you feel things you’d rather not.]

That’s fucked. [Entirely flippant.] I know, I know, hell world. Cruel life.

[She hadn’t quite realized she was so tense, even with the front. Without thinking Aubrey pulls up her knees, crosses her arms over them; casual gesture, not sinking into it—but it does remind her she’s still sore. She flinches involuntarily during the movement, and averts her eyes in frustration.]

[After settling, she keeps that gaze away. For now.] Must’ve seen a lot worse than this....