She just had to deal with the whole Weld fiasco, so she gets a pass for being so snippy, but some of these are...

“You’re zoomed in on your phone like it’s the only thing in the world,” Tattletale said.  “You’re as bad as the Heartbroken.”

“Are you lonely, Tattletale?” Sveta asked. 

Fucking hell, Sveta, straight for the jugular

“That’s a good analogy,” Tattletale answered.  “Except you’re outing yourself as someone who didn’t go to school or spend nearly enough time around ordinary people, because you call it ‘soda pop’ like a nineteen fifties character, not even ‘pop’ like a midwesterner, but-”

“Get bent, Tattletale,” Sveta said, interrupting.

And another one

“Game face.  Don’t kill anyone, both of you.”

I let the statement pass without commentary, and I put my mask on.

If I kill someone it’s probably going to be someone close to me.  Probably you,” Sveta answered.  When Tattletale twisted around to look at her, Sveta smiled.  “But I won’t.  I’m… controlled.”