Spam
[Her eyes prickle with sad tears. She hasn't gotten yelled at for as long as she can remember. At least not by someone she cared about. This experience is both scary and unpleasant. Her heartbeat picks up and she backs up a little bit, she wants to run and get the pills, but she doesn't want to start a chase either. The only authority she's relied on since she was a kid was Lisa, and she never yells. She inches slowly away, watching her mother the entire way as she starts for the hallway slowly to get Malcolm's stash.]