Tabitha frowned a little smaller. Bobby being slightly more okay in her books. But still not chalking much up to him. "Yeah well, Fagosaurus...I didn't ask for him to come get me. And this place is stoooopid because I was perfectly okay in New York! I had, like, friends and stuff! And they just came and took me and plopped me here! Saying I was 'safe' now or whatever...please!"
She began pacing, a little skinny ball of nervous energy. "I'm in the middle of all these freaks and wazoos, trying to make me take baths or whatever....I'm an adult you know! I can handle myself!" She was fourteen. And she smelled. "So I tried 'leaving' a few times, but they keep catching me. What's that crazy fuzz-head's problem anyway? I mean...just who is that guy?!" She threw her hands up in the air finally, frustrated and at a loss as to what to do with herself.