"You mean...just intolerant," Zoe says, she's jabbing and there may be a truth there but it isn't all acid. More like lemon juice. Zo's sour little pout. A look that is hard to tear off.
"Of course." and she's proud to be but not puffing her chest. Zo was no longer teaching. She didn't have the energy to expand minds, especially when she's so closed off.
I struggle with being earnest. Irreverant is such a cozy blanket. "Good." she wants to find that old commiseration, doesn't want to belittle that Til is valued. "I Have a feeling there is something else here too and you know Cordelia. She'd make it some kind of lesson."