When another kid responded to her, her gaze snapped to him as he accused her of making accusations. Speaking of hitting someone, it seemed like the joker was volunteering himself as a punching bag. Lillah turned to face him and stepped at him, fists clenched at her side. "Don't fucking put words in my mouth," she snapped--her hands were shaking and she struggled to keep her own voice straight. She raised her arm to shove at his chest challengingly. However, another boy speaking stopped her and she glared at Jojo for a moment longer before turning her attention on Henry. 

"There, see? Terrorists," she agreed. Granted, that made her self conscious: much of her heritage was Middle Eastern and it'd be easy for them to grow suspicious of her in light of the nation's modern history. Regardless, it made the most sense to her. The joker was crazy--it wouldn't make sense for a government to wipe out their own people like that. What was there to gain from something like that?

Then Mr. Michael DeLorenzo returned to the group to throw up his theories. Every word out of this guy mouth just pissed of Lillah, and that's when he was talking about the Bible. Now he was talking about planes and LAX and she didn't really follow everything he was saying, to be honest. It sounded like he was agreeing with the joker, but that couldn't be right. So, she just pursed her lips and quieted again, her fists clenching and unclenching at her side. Blood was drying on the one she decided to hit the try with, and she was just starting to feel that. She shook her hand a bit, and looked back to Henry, the Jojo, then the Frenchie to the side, waiting for someone to follow up on Michael's..third? fourth? speech of the day.