"Pfft," Regan giggled to herself as she dissed Vixen in her mind.
"'Pfft'?" Vixen growled placing down his phone momentarily, "I don't know what type of snarky comments you're making about me in your head. But make sure you consider how I have to deal with you daily."
"...YOU-" Regan began, stuffing her face with a biscuit to stop herself from continuing since he was right anyway. "I must be really hard to take care of."
"Yes," Vixen replied, locking eyes with Regan, "you are."
'Right,' Regan muttered to herself, 'I must be hard to have around.'
She watched as he went back to his game and slurped another spoon of soup. 'I have no grasp on my emotions, I have no idea how to control my feelings or my words. I want the quick way out of paying for the lives I took and every day I drown my head in thoughts of killing myself without having the guts to do so. If being in the presence of a killer wasn't enough, he had to be next to a pathetic one.'
