Cora, in turn, deigns to heft herself up slightly to prop onto her elbows. Probably should show some level of commitment to the cause, as it were. Stop laying around on the floor like a cadaver.

"Didn't say that, just -"

She closes her eyes, forehead wrinkled and looking very much lost somewhere in the sentence structure.

"When you start. Start that kinda thing -" she briefly loses track of herself again here, huffing a breath out through her nose. "Y'kinda - You peacock. Show off. Y'make yourself all interestin'. It ain't that th- that James ain't interesting. He is. He just - We aren't new. We know already."