As they pulled up in the expensive car outside of the expensive restaurant, Cin was starting to think she was a little out of her depth. Her coat was looking so ragged at the edges, and as soon as she walked inside this place she knew that they would all see that. They would all look at her and know she didn't belong there.
So she took Archie's offered hand in the hopes that it might make her feel steadier.
But his hand was delicate and slender and nothing like Barak's hand, and it brought her no steadiness - at least not mentally.
Inside the restaurant there was a little room before all the tables and that was where Cin paused, turning to look at Archie and keeping her voice low, the anger at being on the back foot simmering in it. "Have you brought me here to make me look dumb? In front of all your retarded rich friends?"