"No," was the petulant, sulking response----but just to prove she was being sarcastic (in case Sofia couldn't figure it out) she threw her pillow at her and rolled over onto her other side to bury her face in the blanket.
"So-----so.... Sofia..." She was whimpering pathetically, which was very unlike her, particularly toward Sofia. They didn't bother each other much, mostly because Zuzha thought Sofia was a total conformist. "Sofia..? You.. you... can you help me pack?"
She looked up, rubbing at her makeup-covered face and sniffling. If it wasn't quite so heartfelt it would have been hilarious.