She holds up her hands in surrender, rolling her eyes. “Okay listen, Tweety.”
“I have… ZERO beef with you. If you can’t handle a little teasing here and there, I’m sorry, but you seriously need to chill. I have not come for you. I have hardly said anything. I have NO issue with you—I don’t even want to win this competition. You do you, I’ll do me. Nothing I’m doing here involves you positively or negatively.”
“So chill. Also, don’t grab at me unless you wanna get naked, because I don’t play that shit.”