Franziska's features settle into a scowl as she listens to Miles's answer. Why was he assigned to the prosecutor's office - to be a real prosecutor - when she was just as qualified (more qualified!) than he was? Her fingers curl into fists as she tries to temper her answer with little success.

"The Teen Court," she spits, indicating exactly what she thinks of the existence of such an organization. "I don't even know what it is." To be truthful, she didn't even care what it was, or what it did. She simply did not want to be associated with anything with the word 'Teen' in its name. To be infantilized.