"Like you care about that!" she snaps. But she cares, and steers her furious path a little off to the side so that the campers won't be able to hear. "Yeah. So." Caitlin bites off her words angrily, giving each one the force of an accusation. "I just had a conversation with a friend of yours. Someone named Lianna? Who seemed to think that I might want to work with her because I'm a special kind of person?" Her voice turns up at the end of each question, but somehow that makes them more forceful, not less. "Like you. So Lianna wants me to help—" She breaks off and shoots a wary glance around to make sure nobody is close enough to hear. "She wants me to help her friends keep doing what they're doing. And she told me how they do it. Everything about how they do it.
"So, yeah, there is no way in hell that I'm doing that! And Lianna seemed to think that you were okay with it? What the hell, Pika Shimon Capela! How can you do that!"