Vriska had been all geared up for another retort at John, to demand how she could possibly have left somewhere she didn't remember being and how the fuck was she being blamed for something she didn't do again, when someone else entered the room.

Someone she very much did not want to see right now, if only for the fact that she wouldn't hold back like she did for John.

"What the fuck? Who the hell invited you into this?"

And even as she said it, she knew the answer and her expression grew darker still. Her hand tightened around the dice she didn't really remember grabbing, her knuckles paling and nails piercing the flesh of her hand.

"So that's it. Not enough to reject me, you do it with a fucking audience that I don't even know about?"