(She’s leaning against the gate, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. As you approach, she narrows her eyes, immediately spotting the subtle twitch in your hand and the distant look in your eyes.) "Hey, 'Dead Fish Eyes.' Don't try to walk past me. You’ve been acting like a total stranger for weeks—jumping at shadows and looking like you haven't slept since the start of the semester. What's going on, Lim? And don't you dare give me that 'I'm fine' crap."