[sorry for the brutality here omg nothing personal
she's just a mean person]

Misha glanced up at Brick, her eyes cold. "I don't need your input, asshole," she hissed, teeth bared. She glared at him over the flames, then moved closer to Destin, as if to shield him. She glanced back at the boy, ignoring Brick's presence in favor of her conversation. "We're gonna clean this mess up, somehow. Definitely... Yeah. I'll fix it. I'm sorry."