Being rich and white didn't have anything to do with a broken bone being pushed back under the skin, but whatever. Avery rolled his eyes and looked away, pursing his lips with a soft huff. Could she even hear herself? Telling him that aliens don't exist because there's no evidence, and then on the next breath saying Archer's mother could very well exist, even without evidence?
And her own "iNtErPrEtAtIoN" was still MIA. She was happy enough to dunk on him, but had nothing to offer from her side.
"I'm not going back if Xander's there," he muttered into his glass, finishing his drink but holding onto the glass for something to do with his hands. His knee under the table was jiggling, betraying how agitated he was feeling. No way he was going back knowing that they all thought so badly of him that they weren't even talking to Lyra just for associating with him. "Besides. You probably want to keep your friends."