Honey's story is grisly. Mister Chairman broke it off with her after one night. And she, who never makes herself vulnerable except for this one indiscretion, went berserk. You could write an opera about this. I listened and watched her.
Goddesses have few gestures.
They are like fixed points, self-contained like wild cats that keep still for hours then move only when they are in easy striking distance of their prey. Then their actions are big and fierce. Honeychile avoided eye contact. She kept caressing her cell phone. She talked to me and stared at the tablecloth.