[she rocks back onto the flats of her feet in time to catch the gesture, which only gets a blink and long, blank stare from her.

after a beat, she starts to frown again, getting agitated once more. her arms fold, nose goes in the air, and hair gets tossed.]

Well, if this doesn't shape up here soon, then I'm leaving! And it'll be their loss. They can come crying about it later after they get more organized!

[yeah. that'll show 'em.]