Raking her fingers back through her hair, Dakota watched Olive's reacting, responding much more apologetically this time around. "Jesus, I'm sorry. I really suck at this. You know, this... socializing thing. I don't come to these kinds of things because I inevitably say something wrong and piss people off. And I only mean it like half the time. This isn't that half of the time."
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she leaned a little closer to Olive and lowered her voice. "You're not a narc or anything right? You definitely don't seem like one, so I'm going to be straight with you. I'm just here to make a few deals so I can get some groceries and not have to take my clothes off for one night this week. I don't know anything about science or university or cool, smart kids like you. I wish I did, God do I, but it's just not me."