Oh? Well, it's not terribly important, but it's on the radio quite often. What [were] you referring to?

That's not quite how the song goes, dear.

Thank God I don't live in a wasteland covered in dust and nuclear fallout, or I'd be worried about something.

[ abruptly deeply unsettled. ]

I worry just enough, if I meet the mark at all.

[distant, briefly-omniscient laughter]

Yes, adorable. When he tells Gecko all our secrets, I'll pinch his digital cheeks.

'He's' a robot created by a man we both hate.

Don't yell at me, all I asked was where it would find them.

I've decided we should stop asking.

Where on earth is that thing going to find roses?

She's not sure what yet, but make no mistake - something is wrong.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ AIN’T THAT A ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 IN THE ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — ? * )

I never know what the hell even is going on here.

One must wonder.

Well, who brought her to the apocalypse?

These are hard years all around, I suppose I can't blame...it?

Oh. Okay. (A crazy woman, understood.) Is it a nice time machine?

(checks calendar)

(Checks watch)

why pick locks when you can blow up the door?

Hiding in the cellar of the inn and keeping very, very still.

Hiding in the cellar of the inn and keeping very, very still.

What are words worth?

Cardio seems more useful than bodybuilding, no? She's not about to win any fights, certainly, better to be quick enough to get away.

...She should probably start some sort of exercise. Life isn't so cushy out here as she's used to.

OH. ...👀

At the bakery? Yes, but she wouldn't throw caps at them...

(Wild applause from the stands!)

"Oh, you know I wasn't serious. Come on..." Well, freedom to speak one's mind did come with ramifications, if exercised too freely. She sighs and slows her pace, barely. "You're going to cut your foot on a rock."

"Am I wrong?" She's still walking by. Trying to get used to the open air of daylight. It's a process. Trust the process.

Passing by, she idly remarks, "If you walk to the bottom, I'm sure you won't hear anything." Well. Less idle, when she's shouting to someone far from the shore.

This is the happiest day of my FUCKING life

Do you ever say normal things?

What can I say? I suppose I'm a disappointment.

What. Why?

I'm going back inside.

Quit

"See what?"

Eyetwitch

OH I'm not the cat lady.

Until he threatens [me.] ...Though this form seems like it'd have more bite than bark.

I should be abundantly clear here: I'm not going to kill him.

(Approaching the hare with vengeful intent)

(Holds up a much larger black kitten)

"You may be the most forthcoming man I've met in my life." She's good at drawing out information, but it's not her job anymore. And it's nice to ignore that urge every so often.

"...What's a butterfly?"

I wouldn't know, but a swarm of [anything] is a problem.