She tilted her head, studying me again. Then, voice quieter, she added, "You're gonna be okay, you know." I blinked. "What?" Billie smirked, nudging my leg with hers. "I know you secretly rely on my constant presence and magnetic charm to get you through your days." "Magnetic charm?" I repeated, unimpressed. "Yes." "You have the charm of a raccoon breaking into a gas station at 2 AM." "Thank you." I groaned. "That was not a compliment."