[ Her voice lowers dangerously. She doesn't clench her fists, but she does shift, positioning herself to jump into action. ]

Don't you dare. Don't you dare tell me I don't know about desperation. I swear to God, Tiffany, I will physically throw you out of this cabin, I don't care if I rip your arm out of its socket in the process. You don't get to pretend you have any idea what I went through as an inmate.