[finger guns. really? Even if you're a total dork you have to know that's dorky, and Ann wasn't one of those. Alcohol was a horrible, horrible thing.] People are going to start staring... [He hissed grabbing for her hands to disarm her] I'm pretty sure they've been attached your wrists the whole time.

[He would be very surprised if she was able to recollect anything later] Some of the monsters in the void are immune to... finger guns. [Like 100% of them] Come on... let's just go.

[He sure did end up doing the very thing he said he wouldn't. We'll call it chaperoning] Ann! [Raising his voice another time to exhibit his incredulity at her obliviousness] Water would be best, I agree.... [Reaching out to steady her] I know.. there likely isn't much difference between the air inside and out here, but are you feeling better, at all?