This was new. Was she actually being yelled at? Was she actually being told her deeds were actually bad? Well, yeah, it was all of what she had heard before. But ... Prince Baines had found that authority to put Miss Ross in her place. He had found it easy to step over his bounds and tell her what she had known all along. She was a bitch, evil, and slightly psychotic. All said are true, but being told that was another thing. It was like her antics meant nothing anymore. Her smile had crept off her face as one single eyebrow began to jump in confusion. If the authority in his voice didn't send her a clear message that her antics weren't to be done, then the tension that began to grow would do it. She was definitely spoiled, mean and somewhat of a brat, however it was her pizzazz that tempted her to originally set out ground rules. So nice work on first impressions, Eudora Ross.

No! Don't leave! Eudora had forgotten all of her self-control in the art of her own Telepathy. It was rather difficult to remember to shut one's powers completely off when you're being disciplined. "I mean," her head had then began to lower, feeling a bit embarrassed at her telepathic plea to him. She attempted finding the courage to even mouth her next words now. Her fingers made circular patterns within the space Prince had scooted from. She slightly coughed, regaining her confidence and the nerve to look him in the face once more. The bitchy demeanor had been put to bed for the time being. "No need to leave, Prince. I sincerely apologize for my foolish antics. Please," she had reached for his phone, attempting to set it back to his side where he could put it back in his pocket, "put the phone down."

It was unknown whether she meant what she said, but she did know she wasn't allowing him to depart. It would prove Maddie right about her. And while Maddie was actually right about Eudora having the capabilities of deluding herself, she didn't have the nerve to let Maddie win. There friendship had already suffered enough and it seemed as if there was no possible way to make amends, so why start off proving Maddie right? It wasn't Eudora's way of doing things. She always rose on top.

She had set back in her seat trying to reassure herself that Prince wouldn't open the taxi's door. The driver's zombie-like attitude diminished as he tightly gripped his wheel in shock. He wasn't moments away from the museum last time he remembered, but luckily he blamed it on the Mexican food he had for lunch. "The museum is right there, darling. Must we end the night so early?" Eudora held minor regret for actually backing down to him. She had her reasons, though. She was, in fact, his escort also. She had to respect the man's wishes, but her leniency wouldn't go without its payback, Prince.