Maybe, (Gela concedes, and lets go of the fence to wring her hands nervously. She turns on the ball of her foot and takes a step away, then turns and comes back. She has always thought of Cedric as very reasonable person, calm and kind, and so she should believe him. It wasn't terrible. She was standing up for a friend.)

We aren't close. Outside of the job I haven't spoken with him much at all... (but I want him to like me sounds pathetic in her head, so she doesn't let it leave her mouth. And why does she want him to like her anyway, because she thinks that if he doesn't he'll have her sent away? He can't do that no more than anybody here could, really. She pauses for a moment, considering this.

Truthfully,) I'd prefer to get along with my colleagues. But I'm not going to sit around and listen to them be cruel about other people in Riftwatch for little reason.