"Heather!" Jack whined. "Stop staring at me." He said. "You're making me uncomfortable."
"Well, that's the pot calling the kettle black," Heather said. "Can dish it out, but can't take it?" She said.
Jack looked at her, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just...stop it, okay?"
Heather made a dismissive noise.
Biff looked at Jordan, who was wiping her face. "I think I should hit the gym more, bulk up a bit," she commented to Biff. "All this patrolling, I should be in better shape."
