"I just…" Trudy began, then faltered. She considered saying, 'don't mind them,' but that was her go-to for making Riona's blood boil, so she searched for a better way to phrase it.
After their last interaction—or more accurately, the lack of one—Trudy had a revelation: Riona might have completely misunderstood her. Calling her a 'hypocrite' suggested that Trudy's actions didn't quite match her feelings, which was a bit of a stretch.
"There might be a misunderstanding here," Trudy finally said, hoping Riona would clarify exactly what had led to the 'hypocrite' label.
Riona, with a dismissive snort, turned her attention back to the sea. The mild waves rolled in and out with a rhythmic sigh, bringing with them the scent of the salty water to her nose.
Seeing that Riona wasn't about to volunteer any details, Trudy decided to cut straight to the point, "What did you mean by calling me a hypocrite? I'm as transparent as a glass of water, and I don't exactly do the whole facade thing."
