Help, I need to clean my guns but I'm out of hydrogen peroxide and I don't want to go to medbay to get more?

[A dry answer to his snappishness but it's followed closely by a sigh, because she's meant to be the healthy one here, right. She'll lead by example, if in a very roundabout way and with her eyes fixed on the book in her lap, fingers tracing the pattern of the wood.]

So what if my problem was that a while back this guy I was into asked me to spend the night with him and it was pretty much the happiest and safest I'd felt in months but then everything got weird and now I can't tell if he asked me 'cause he wanted me to or if he only did it because his creepy-ass mask made him think it was a good idea?

[That sure was an avalanche of words, and her breath on finishing is audible.]