Crysta is not sure what she is trying to accomplish by stalking after Zeke as he fumbles back against the wall, only that in her drunk brain it is suddenly all-consuming that she proves she is in fact so much hotter than Enoch in every way that matters. He's smarter, and more accomplished, better at everything else. She is at least supposed to be the hot one. And of course even here, drunk in a closet at a party she took weeks to plan she's forced to think about her brother.

But also, she isn't supposed to care about any of that. Cool means cool, Crysta. She closes her eyes and wills herself into being cute instead of scary. Results mixed."It's cool. It's just like. All senses employed, I'm definitely hotter.And also he's older so his bones are gonna wither first anyway." See? Very cool.