Adora really doesn't want to hear that she has "too much" going on in her head right now and her expression tightens up a little. A tiny, tiny vindictive part of her just wants to leave. She stays, though, hands on her hips. She's had people yelling at her today and she doesn't want to think that hard about it.

"...not really. And there's always the lights. Sort of comes with the package."