(The student went on a collage camping trip)

(In the bus)

Nandi: [angrily] Getting along? Are you kidding me? We’re not even in the same universe, let alone “getting along”!

Kyle: [calmly] Whoa, okay, no need to get worked up.

Nandi: [fuming] Don’t tell me to calm down! You have no idea what I’m dealing with.

Kyle: [sarcastically] Oh, I’m sure it’s very hard to deal with being so perfect and all.

Nandi: [outraged] Excuse me? How dare you!

Kyle: [shrugging] Just calling it like I see it.

Nandi: [seething] You have no right to talk to me like that!

Kyle: [smirking] Oh, I’m shaking in my boots.

Nandi: [fed up] You know what? Forget it. I don’t even want to talk to you anymore.

Kyle: [smiling] Aw, come on. Don’t be like that.

Nandi: [firmly] No, seriously. I’m done with this conversation.

[Nandi turns away, crossing her arms and staring out the window. Kyle shrugs and goes back to talking to Lilita.]