Jade Fern Grove And I'm definitely sure I would know if she was part shark

Her brain already began to tune the chattering boy out, her interest in him diminishing as he yapped on and on. The kid was too flighty for her, too defensive and submissive. Too judgemental. She was in no position to be choosey if she was so desperate for conversation, but she did not have much in the way of patience. She did hear the same word repeated over and over again. That's three, Orson snickered. Alright kid, I'm goin', I'm goin', or whatever. She turned and sauntered away, hoping that she would find more interesting company elsewhere.

exit Orson, being an ass