( Of course she hears note of the sarcasm. But she can't miss pass on an opportunity to complain, so she ignores it. )

Are you kidding me? The people in this town don't even know who Christian Dior is. How am I supposed to make a name for myself in a place like this, Max? ( She leans her back against the door, arms folded over her chest. ) It's like starting all over. I don't even have my portfolio with me. ( She's more concerned about her hard work and her image than anything else. The real horrors this town has in store for her aren't something she seems too worried with. )

Are you... like, okay in there, or whatever? ( God, being nice is SO much work! )