Oh, she's good, she's got this conversation rehearsed and bagged.

“Oh shut up, the gig is up. You're the worst friend ever,” I turn to Knox, gesturing to her. “Use your brain once, Knox. If she ever gave a fuck about Thalia why did she replace her so fast? Would a sad friend jump to fuck you while you grieved your mate leaving you?”

“Nova, that's enough. You've had a long day, you should rest and revisit your logic in the morning, I know she's a saint to you but that woman cursed ...