You. You have to be- [Adele cuts herself off with a muted swear. Malnosso, they read the journals. Watch, listen, the eyes they have on them burn her all the more at the moment and it pulls a violent expletive from her lips while she breathes to think of what to say.] We need to talk. Somewhere private. [A beat, low, rough, and forced.] Please.
February 1st, [Voice]