..Shut up. I...I don't have to deal with you... [His eyebrows furrow as he scrambles to stand again, his lance dragging as he moves back to his basket on the otherside of the shrub. She was the same Vriska..and... With her hear, in this prison place, he wouldn't have to attack her, right?]
[So...he's going to just try and ignore her like he used to, yeah.]