[She flopped up and onto the crate she'd been leaning against, crossing her legs and leaning forward to grin at Ann. There was a very slightly feral edge to the grin, because it was a thing she understood all too well. She could almost smell it in the air.]

Oh, they tell you that do they? [A snicker.] That reminds me of talks I used to have with Sanae, when she'd come down. I think I know why they'd say something like that, hehe. Jealousy makes people say cruel things.... very cruel things. I bet you the girls never let you stop having it at times.

No, trust me. Whatever you think? You're pretty. Your classmates are afraid you'll steal the attention from them. Take it from someone who practically lives of jealousy. That reeks of envy.

[She took arguably a little too much delight in seeing envy at work, admittedly.]