The grunts shoot Tina a glare of death; however, knowing they're caught and won't get away this time, they begrudgingly begin helping turn the trash can right side up. Tina can't make eye contact with Finn, though she makes sure every last scrap is picked up, as the grunts step back and loaf a little.

"Yo, T, I knew you were too soft for this," a tall boy grumbles.

"I think you all figured that out a long time ago," she snaps back at them, before muttering aloud, mostly to herself, "So why can't I admit that to myself? Oh, right, because everyone I care about keeps disappearing and I don't know what else to do about it."