Minutes in the past, but not many, (Vriska) pockets John’s phone before she can worry too much about waiting for a reply from Terezi.
Wait, not John’s phone, she thinks. Her phone. Yeah. If she’s gonna hack it here on this piece of shit planet, she’s gonna need every break she can catch. It’s time to start staking some claims.
In the spirit of that, she looks back at Vriska, still politely leaning against the clown’s corpse, ignoring her. (Vriska) swallows, thankful to not have to verbalize her appreciation for the distance she was just granted.