Heidi is consumed with thoughts and worries when Junie bounces up.
Junie's squeal is loud enough to rattle the rafters. "Heidi! Oh my gods! I screamed when you blew that machine apart! Like, actually screamed. Do you know how hard it is to get me to scream? But you—BOOM!" She mimes an explosion with her hands, eyes wide, and mouth open in awe.
Heidi pinches the bridge of her nose. "Junie, the machine was faulty. You heard them. It wasn't me."
Junie waves her off. "Yeah, yeah, I know what they said. But still. The memory! You, standing there all calm and serious, and then… kablam! You looked like some goddess of destruction. Honestly? I'm still buzzing."
Oh, please. The last thing she wants to hear right now is talk about her failure with the striker. She still had no idea what the school had planned for her. She knew they weren't just going to let her off easily when she had broken something so precious.
"Junie, enough." Heidi's voice is sterner than she means it to be.
