Sandra looked at the phone screen that was shoved to her face and she could see the picture of her sleeping on a couch in a place that looks like a private room and little whitish things were scattered on the table.
With the picture, she really looks like she was involved in something shady. Sandra looked at Becky, who was looking at her with unexplainable emotions. "What?" She asks Becky but Becky scoffs at her.
Becky glares at the lady that was looking at her with an amused look and she felt like rushing towards her to give her a smack on her head because it was really frustrating that the girl was joking around at that crucial time.
"How can you joke about something like this? And if someone else asks you, is that going to be your vague answer?" Becky questioned and Sandra felt awkward.
