Urgh, Philodox judgement never got any easier. Ren rolled her eyes. She was fine. She was handling shit.

Ren looked down at the man on the floor with a lift of her eyebrow. "Seriously?" She sighed, sitting next to Jordana and finally wrestling her shirt back on. He looked like all his Christmases had come at once. "It doesn't bother you that he's clearly gettin' off on it?"