"Whoa, Daphne Evergreen is in here? She's one of those people that is too pretty to be a writer. It's almost rude. You look that good on the outside and you're brilliant?" It was easier to talk about other people than it was to talk about any of this, and Gemma knew that she was only trying to distract herself. It was hard to care. She leaned back against the wall. There are for sure people here that no one is going to miss. She was at the top of that list.
"So what, this place is some Unplottable Harry Potter castle? --Christ, I'm already sick of playing find-the-camera. I feel like I'm in a shopping mall."