As much as some small, fiercely indignant part of her would have liked to stomp off, Veronica's glad when Cougar slides from the roof and forces her to look him in the eye. It isn't as if she knows him, not really, but he's been kind to her from the first moment she came sputtering out of that stupid fountain. He probably deserves the benefit of the doubt, to at least be heard out.

"Sorry," she says, and heaves a slow sigh as she looks away. "Sore subject. It's... a long and stupid story. I trusted somebody, and they turned out to be not a nice person."