Mindful of any puddles of who-knew-what and stepping fully into the room, Bri replied, "No, I’ve come to see if I can ease the pain of a fellow girl. I know your story, Myrtle. Come out and talk with me, please." She turned at the sight of a translucent girl floating through a broken stall door. Bri smiled encouragingly, "There now, I don’t see what your problem was. That Olive Hornby was an idiot, in my opinion."