[Rita got her answers--even if she disliked all of them. Not that she hoping Clarke wasn't actually a murderer... She does't think so, anyway. And it's a moot point now.
A faint grimace crosses her face as Clarke holds fast, before her dark scowl returns.]
It will be. Now hands off before I--
[She wrenches her arm back again, but this time there's no resistance and she stumbles right back into her seat, her left hand half-raised to ready a spell. She glares at the other girl a moment longer.]
...I'm done here.
[--And decides there's no further point to this argument, too, so she slides out of the seat and stalks off, right to the diner's exit and off to...nowhere in particular besides somewhere else. She even leaves her milkshake behind.]
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A faint grimace crosses her face as Clarke holds fast, before her dark scowl returns.]
It will be. Now hands off before I--
[She wrenches her arm back again, but this time there's no resistance and she stumbles right back into her seat, her left hand half-raised to ready a spell. She glares at the other girl a moment longer.]
...I'm done here.
[--And decides there's no further point to this argument, too, so she slides out of the seat and stalks off, right to the diner's exit and off to...nowhere in particular besides somewhere else. She even leaves her milkshake behind.]