"Well, she was." Rosario bristled, shoulders tightening defensively. She oughta drop it, she knew that; she knew she wasn't gonna get anywhere tryna convince a guy who thought a nymph fleeing in terror was leading him on that he was creepy. But he was throwing it back on her mom, like she'd been the one at fault for acting like an eighteen-year-old at a college party, and Rosario wasn't letting that fucking lie. "She was a high schooler and she was terrified. And she never got to go to college or have a career she chose or be young and stupid cuz instead she had to work shitty jobs to support a kid while you were off, I dunno, fucking other teenagers presumably!"