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[ Vriska's mouth twists into a beautifully crooked grin of her own. ]

Like I said. Worrywart. Who the fuck makes worrying into a science except you, weirdo?

[ But When Elena's expression darkens, her own slides into neutral, and she waits. For Elena to make up her mind about whether or not to rant how unfair it is that she hasn't got a rover of her own. Vriska herself does not believe it is unfair, and wouldn't be up to the argument. So her shoulders lose their tension when the other girl only asks to help. ]

Yeah. Sure you don't have anything better to do?

[heightens]

[ elena gives a mock gasp, shoving slightly at vriska's shoulder. ]

Excuse you, I am not a weirdo! Just because I know how to worry better than you do.

[ as vriska's shoulders loosen back up, elena's smile turns a little less strained and a little more real. she knew vriska wouldn't want to hear her rant about the injustice of grey team, but she hadn't realized that just the vague threat of such a conversation would make vriska so tense. at least vriska is letting her help with her tent set-up without putting up a fight. ]

Nah, I've already set myself up in my rover. I've done a little camping in my day, so I think I can figure this out.