She took a long drag on her cigarette, because even she knew it wasn't goddamn fucking fair to anyone to compare her own parents to Claire's experience. And that made her angry, maybe, brought out the rebellious little girl in her that tried fucking everything to get her parents to react, to put their foot down, to pay attention to her.

She felt irritation bubbling up inside of her, burning jealousy channeled into anger and derision. But Claire had her own goddamn problems, and she was actually Rizzo's friend, somehow, so she shoved it back down again and if she blew out her smoke with just a little too much force, well, that was just fucking fine.

"Who said gals shouldn't have curves?" She asked, indignent. That sure hadn't been the case back home.