Sasha sets the glass and bottle on the counter and takes a step backward. Seyli's behind her, and that's probably not a coincidence. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she should have known she wasn't clear yet. "Have I not been sufficiently humiliated yet?" she asks, trying to keep to a normal conversational tone. "Or is there some new line I've overstepped? Please, enlighten me. I'm not trying to make trouble."