"Yeah, I did. I do that sometimes." She did it more often than people knew. Luckily, most of her major catastrophes had no audience. Since Jillian hadn't specified orange juice or tea, she poured her a cup of juice - had more vitamins.
Listening to Jillian recount her tale, Ita's jaw dropped open at first, but then she shut it, pressing her lips tightly together. She was going to let Jillian finish her story, which was very difficult. She wanted to rant and rave about this bastard who'd terrorized her friend. As Jillian continued, Ita's eyes grew darker, and soon she realized that her clothing was beginning to cling to her with damp, and moisture was collecting on the various surfaces in the room. She didn't particularly care - wait, shut the laptop - ok, now she didn't care. But for Jillian's sake, she tried to keep herself from drawing all of the water out of the air.
"He could have killed you Jillian - he didn't know what was in that water! What if there were rocks?!" she veritably exploded as her friend finished the story. Her hands were gesticulating wildly, and now she was pacing. Condensation began to cloud the windows, and her hair hung around her face damply. "The full moon is no excuse - if all weres were like that, they'd lock 'em up, er, out - whatever - if they were dangerous. They don't, so it's just him. And, not only that. Animals hunt - they don't try to scare the crap out of their prey, which is exactly what he did. Trying to say it's his 'animal instinct' is bullcrap, and you need to report this. What if he turns into serial psycho stalker?" Whirling around, she pinned her eyes on her friend. Oh no, he was not getting away with this. And if she couldn't go drown him, then the administration would have to take care of him. Whether Jillian liked it or not.
Maybe Jillian would hate her for saying something, but Ita had seen too many of her friends get knocked around by sorry excuses for boyfriends. Aunt Lissa gave them a safe place to stay, but Ita was the one who took pictures of the bruises and went with them to the police. Or anonymously slipped them under a guidance counselor's door, if they couldn't help themselves. She let no one harm her friends, even if that meant her friends cut her off for a while. She was very well militant in this regard - if she'd been more serious, perhaps she would have been an activist for battered women.