What exactly could glancing—glaring—do if the latter did not or refused to see the point, being stubborn as always and very difficult for Eda to handle. So yes, Eda sighed turning away from the person beside her completely exhausted.
"85%"
Isla muttered, her gaze on the wall ahead completely ignoring the companion she sat with.
Eda did, well given up on the glaring bit but right now—she couldn't believe her ears and the lies they heard, so turning or perhaps glaring at Isla like she grew a second head. The conversation had been going on for nearly 10 minutes, not a lot, sure but Isla was an extremely difficult person that a mere ten minutes of going back and forth felt like a damn eternity.
"I know you, and you know I know you are lying. 85%? Did you even see the look on your face."
