Nevada: enters the art studio, eyes darting Damn it! We need to talk—now!
Nevada: paces back and forth, running fingers through her hair Look, I messed up, okay? I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Nevada: runs a hand through her hair, frustration evident No, I don't think! I know! I fucked up, alright? And I'm trying to make it right.
Make it right? A little late for that don’t you think?
Nevada: stops pacing, looks directly at Jenkins You think I haven't tried? I've been working my ass off to support both of you, to make sure you're taken care of.
Nevada: slams her fist on the table My job? My job is to take care of you, not to be a punching bag for all your shit! You can't just keep treating me like this!
Oh I’m done treating you like anything…you’re no longer my problem.
Nevada: takes a deep breath, trying to calm down Look, I get it. I messed up, and I'm paying for it. But I'm not just going to sit here and let you walk all over me.
Then what are you doing here?
Nevada: takes a step closer to Jenkins, determination in her eyes I'm here because I still care about you, despite everything.
Nevada: grabs Jenkins by the collar, forcing him to look into her eyes Yes, I fucking care about you! I may have fucked up, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring.
What could you possibly care about me?
leans in closer, her voice filled with sincerity Because you're not just some burden or responsibility to me. You're family. Blood or not, we're tied together.
Family? Is that what you call it?
Jenkins pushes Nevada away, rejecting her attempt to reconnect
You want to know what’s funny?
clenches her fists, her voice trembling with anger Funny? You think this is a fucking joke?
No I find it funny that you would come in here after all this time and suddenly play the role of caring sister.
Nevada: throws a punch at Jenkins' face You think this is a game? You think I'm just playing roles? Well, newsflash, buddy, I'm done playing your games.