If this was a normal situation, Bennett would have been able to grin and nod and listen to him talk on about all these people and pretend to be interested like a normal person. Since this really isn't any sort of normal situation, no. Not happening. Not even a little bit. Cranky mode: initiated.
"I, I really don't care. About your robot best friend. That just makes me think about, think about my best friend and how she's probably realizing I'm not there anymore and I, I-I don't care about any dinner parties or there being two Tony's or a drug dealer named after a country. I don't care. So I question the relevance of, of your gossiping," she rants and since this is probably a segue into another minor panic attack, she keeps going.
"So I think that you should, I-I think that you should, you should slow down because I'm starting to feel like I'm choking on the, on the information overload. Which normally wouldn't apply because I tend to follow things with, with little difficulty if there's a logical progression but this-- this whole, everything, there's barely any coherency. So, so gossip and other trivial information about complete strangers might be best saved for, best saved for 'You've been kidnapped by a spaceship' 102."
She stops with her tirade and starts to calm down a little bit. One arm gets wrapped around her middle tightly and her other hand starts rubbing at her temple.
"Perhaps, perhaps the oxygen gardens should also be in '102'."
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"I, I really don't care. About your robot best friend. That just makes me think about, think about my best friend and how she's probably realizing I'm not there anymore and I, I-I don't care about any dinner parties or there being two Tony's or a drug dealer named after a country. I don't care. So I question the relevance of, of your gossiping," she rants and since this is probably a segue into another minor panic attack, she keeps going.
"So I think that you should, I-I think that you should, you should slow down because I'm starting to feel like I'm choking on the, on the information overload. Which normally wouldn't apply because I tend to follow things with, with little difficulty if there's a logical progression but this-- this whole, everything, there's barely any coherency. So, so gossip and other trivial information about complete strangers might be best saved for, best saved for 'You've been kidnapped by a spaceship' 102."
She stops with her tirade and starts to calm down a little bit. One arm gets wrapped around her middle tightly and her other hand starts rubbing at her temple.
"Perhaps, perhaps the oxygen gardens should also be in '102'."