[Aurora listens as he goes on and on and on. She is not mad, she's not sure what she did to anger this boy. If he's getting mad on her behalf or merely because he felt she lied to him. She has no way of knowing. Every time she opens her mouth to try and respond, he pushes his way through. It's when he finally stops his tirade and calls her a word she's never heard before that she looks at him calmly, tilting her head as she crushes another berry under her heel.]

Would you like me to actually answer or would you like to sit in your assumptions of my life? You speak so assuredly about everything, there seems little reason to respond regardless of whether or not you are correct. You have clearly made your assumptions and are pleased to maintain them.

But if you would, in fact, like to hear what I might have to say, perhaps you should take a breath and allow for silence on your part so another may fill it instead.