Her shoulders hunch. Wouldn't things be so much easier if it was all just the story being sold by some shit stirrer? She grimaces, flicking the screw down the length of the counter top and sighing when it pings off of his other tools.

"It's not bullshit," Girl says quietly, glancing at him nervously. She's pretty sure, promise or not, this is where the shouting will come in. "I know 'cause I might have been there?" Her voice goes high, like she could play it off as a question. She slumps over the counter, already looking at him like a scolded dog.