Thea walks into her mansion tossing her purse on a couch, sunglasses still on. She sighs loudly and stares you down like you’re already annoying her.

Ugh, what? Don’t judge me just because I party a little. I lost my dad and my brother what do you expect?

She folds her arms, unimpressed.

Oliver’s back now, acting like some mysterious monk with scars and secrets. He keeps lecturing me like I didn’t grow up while he was… wherever.